“Forbear, she cry’d, in haughty guise,
“Reproachful to contend:
“Whoe’er the victrix, small her gain,
“That thus can lose a friend.
XII.
“Ally’d by Nature in your kind,
“And diff’ring but in Hue:
“You both possess intrinsic worth,
“And outward beauty too.
XIII.
“Long was the strife your ancient state,
“In this our isle pursu’d;
“Which many a year drench’d either Rose,
“In seas of kindred blood.
XIV.
“Oh! may no more such horrors rise,
“Within our Garden’s pale:
“But all with emulation strive,
“That concord may prevail!