"The Nubian squadrons, I will even yield, Have been rained down on Africk from the skies;
Or haply they have come, in clouds concealed, In that their march was hidden from all eyes:
Think you, because unaided in the field, Your Africk from such host in peril lies?
Your garrisons were sure of coward vein, If they were scared by such a craven train.
