"The Scot, Pict, Britain, Roman, Dane, submit, And with the English-Saxon all Unite: And these the mixture have so close pursu'd, The very Name and Memory's subdu'd: No Roman now, no Britain does remain; Wales strove to separate, but strove in Vain: The silent Nations undistinguish'd fall, And Englishman’s the common Name for all. Fate jumbled them together, God knows how; What e'er they were they're True-Born English now... A True-Born Englishman’s a Contradiction, In Speech an Irony, in Fact a Fiction."