Thou Spain, hast thou not fruitful Afric nigh?
And has she not in sooth offended more Than Italy? yet her to scathe, that high, And noble, enterprize wilt thou give o'er.
Alas! thou sleepest, drunken Italy, Of every vice and crime the fetid sewer!
Nor grievest, as a hand-maid, to obey, In turn, the nations that have owned thy sway.