... the warfare. Rather let us seek ' That region by the horses of the sun ' Scorched, and the zone most torrid: let us fall 'Slain by some heavenly cause, and from the sky ' Descend our fate! Not, Africa , of thee ' Complain we, nor of Nature. From mankind ' Cut off, this quarter, teeming thus with pests ' She gave to snakes, and to the barren fields ' Denied the husbandman, nor wished that men '...