A Hymn to PallasPallas Minerva only I beginTo give my song; that makes war’s terrible din,Is patroness of cities, and with MarsMarshall’d in all the care and cure of wars,And in everted cities, fights, and cries.But never doth herself set down or riseBefore a city, but at both times SheAll injur’d people sets on foot and free.Give, with thy war’s force, fortune then to me,And, with thy wisdom’s force, felicity.
Pallas Minerva only I beginTo give my song; that makes war’s terrible din,Is patroness of cities, and with MarsMarshall’d in all the care and cure of wars,And in everted cities, fights, and cries.But never doth herself set down or riseBefore a city, but at both times SheAll injur’d people sets on foot and free.Give, with thy war’s force, fortune then to me,And, with thy wisdom’s force, felicity.