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B I L E A Uh 
 
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 Mock-Heroic 
 
 POEM. 
 
 In Six CA N T O'S, 
 Rendered into Englilh Verfe. 
 
 To which is prefixed fome ACCOUNT of 
 BoiLEAuV Writings, and this Translation. 
 
 By N. R W E Efqj 
 
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 LONDON: 
 Printed for R. BuRRouGHand J. Baker, at die 
 Su/f and Moon in Cor Mil -^ E. S a n g e r and 
 E. C u R L L, at the Posf-Houfe at the Middle 
 Temple-Gatej and at the Peacock without Temple- 
 Bar. 1708. 
 
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Monfieur BOILEAlPs 
 
 B€75L 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 WERE in njdn now to deny 
 thap the following Poem was oc- 
 cafon'*d by a petty Quarrd that 
 happened in one of the niojt ce*- 
 lebrated Churches of Paris, be^ 
 trveen the Treafurer of the Re* 
 licks, and the Mailer of the Choir ; otherwife ca/Pd 
 the Prelate and the Chanter. [The latter it feerns 
 being a Man of a forward incroaching Spirit^ had 
 made fome Steps towards an In'vafion of the Rights 
 and Privileges of the former ; which he not brook- 
 ingy and being refclv^d to hujnble him^ bethought 
 htmfelf of fetting up in the Choir a fort of a Read- 
 ing'Desk (huZYin) upon the f cry Overture of the 
 A 2 Chanter'/ 
 
Monfr. Boileau's 
 
 ChanterV Seat^ and fo block him up.^ The FaB 
 is true^ and that's all. The refi is mere F^ffon 
 from the Beginning to the End ; and all the Ac^jrs 
 in it are not only invented^ hut indujlriou h 
 drawn quite oPpoJite to the true Character of the-. 
 Minifters of that Churchy who for the mojl p^rt, 
 efpecially the Canons^ are Men of great Virtue and 
 as much Wit : There* s one amongfi Vw, whofe 0- 
 finion I rvould as willingly have upon my Perform 
 manceSj as of a great many Gentlemen of the A- 
 cademy. "'TIS not therefore to be wonder"* d^th at no 
 Body took Ojfence at this Poem, ftnce in Truth 
 no Body is attacU'd by it, A Spendthrift is not 
 troubled to fee a Mifer expos'^d ; Nor does a Rf- 
 ligious Perfon refent the ridiculing of a Rake, 
 I fhall not mention how I was engaged in this 
 Trifle upon a kind of a jocular Challenge made me 
 by the late Monfieur Lamoignon, whom I paint 
 under the Name of Ariftus. A particular Nar^ 
 ration of this Matter^ does not feem to be 
 at all neceffary. But I jhould think I did my 
 felf a great deal of wrongs to let flip this Oppor- 
 tunity of informing thofe who are ignorant of ity 
 how much I was honour'^d wi:h that great Man's 
 Friendjbipy during his Life, I began to be known 
 to him at the Time when my Satyrs made the 
 qreatefl Noife \ and the obliging Accefs he gave 
 me into his illuftrious Family^ was a very ad- 
 I'cintageous Apology in my Behalf^ again fi thofe 
 who were jr.inded to accufe me of Libertinifm and 
 
PREFACE. 
 
 iU Morals, He rvas a Man of an dtnuzing KjioW" 
 ledge^ and a pafflonate Admtrer of all the good 
 Books of Antiquitjj and this n^as what made my 
 "Works the more tolerable to him ; fancying he 
 •perceived in ^em fome Tafie of the Ancients, His 
 Piety rvas unfeign*d^ and yet had nothing tn it that 
 wasjliffortroublefome. He rvas not at all fright en''d 
 dt the Title of my Works ^ Satyrs, rvhere in Truth 
 he found only Verfes and Authors expos'' d. He was 
 pleased often to commend me for having purg'd this 
 Sort of Poetry from that Ohfeenity and Filth, which 
 till then, had been as it were, peculiar to it. Thus 
 I had the good Fortune not to be difagreesble to 
 him. He let me into all his Pleafures and Di- 
 ver (ions, that is to fay, his Studies and Retire- 
 ments. He favoured me fometimes even with his 
 firiBefl Confidence, and opened to m? the inmofi Re- 
 ceffes of his Soul. And what did I not fee there / 
 What afurprijing Treafure of Probity andjujlice ! 
 What an inexhaufiible Fund of Piety and Zjal 1 
 Tho* the outrvard Lujlre of hts Vertue was exceed- 
 ing great, it was infinitely brighter within? ; and "'twas 
 viftble bow carefully he temper'^d the Rays of it, not 
 to wound the Eyes of an Age fo corrupt as ours. I 
 rvas fmcerely flruck withfo many admirable Quali- 
 ties '^ and *as he always dif covered a great deal of 
 Kjndnefs for me, fo I ever returned it with thp 
 flrongefi Devotion for him. The Refpefls I paid 
 him were not mix t with any Mercenary Lev en of 
 f elf -hit ere f:, and I made it more my Bufnefs to 
 
 A I profit 
 
Monfr. BoiJeau\ Sccl 
 
 profit by his Converfationy than his Credit sit Courts 
 He died, At the Time when this Friendjhif vfAs in 
 its highefi Point of Perfe^ion, and the Remembrdnce 
 cf Jo great a Lofs ajfliits me daily. Why muft thofe 
 who are fo rvorthy to live^ be fofoon fnatcW d from 
 the Worldy whilft the Worthlefs And Vndeferving 
 4re crown' d with Length of DAys I IfhaUfAy no 
 more upon fo fad a Subject ^ leH I wet vith Tears 
 the Preface of a Work purely Jocular, 
 
 SOME 
 
SOME 
 
 ACCOUNT 
 
 O F 
 
 B I LEAU's Writings, 
 And this Tranflation. 
 
 To Mr 
 
 SIR, 
 
 FCritlcifing other People's 
 Works, elpecially living 
 and lateAuthors,were not 
 a Task that I am by no 
 _____ Means inclin'dto,! (hould 
 have fooner anfwer'd your Defire, and 
 
 A 4. told 
 
Some Account (?f Boileau, 6^c. 
 
 told you what I thought of Monfieur 
 Boileaus Lutrin^ and the Tranflatiou of 
 it into Englifh Verfe, which you did me 
 the Favour to fend me in Writing.. 
 
 M. Botleau and his Works, efpecially 
 this of his Lutrin^-3iVQ of fo great a Name 
 in the World, that 1 think it a pretty 
 bold Attempt to endeavour to tranf- 
 late him ; not but that I muft confefs 
 I know biit few Hand^ cou'd have fuc- 
 ceeded better than this Gentleman has 
 done. Amongft that Little that I have 
 read of the French Toetry^ M. Boileatt 
 feems to me without Comparifon to 
 have had the fineft and the trueft Tafte 
 of the beft Authors of Antiquity ; his vio- 
 lent Paffion for 'em and famousDifputes 
 in their behalf are too well known to 
 be told over again now ; it is very cer- 
 tain that he had 'em fo perpetui^lly 
 in his Eye, that he form'd molt of his 
 Poetical Writings fo clofely after their 
 Models, that in many of 'em efpecially 
 
 his 
 
and this Tranjlation. 
 
 his Satyrs^ he can hardly pretend to 
 the Honour of any thing more, than 
 having barely tranf^ited them well ; and 
 I am apt to believe that if the Deiign 
 of the Lutrin be entirely his own and 
 Modern, it is becaufe there was nothing 
 in the ancient Poetry of this kind for 
 him to draw after. However it is ve- 
 ry plain that ev'n in this, Virgil has 
 been of great life to him, and fupply'd 
 him with fome of his fineft Images ; 
 to miention one Particular only, every 
 Body may fee, that his Fury who fets 
 the good People at Tarts together by 
 the Ears, is a manifeft Copy oi AletHo 
 in the feventh JZneid^ or indeed is ra- 
 ther taken from Juno and Ale(Ho to- 
 gether, as both contriving and execu- 
 ting the Mifchief her Self. I won't pre- 
 tend to give you a Critical Account of 
 this Kind of Mock-Heroic Poetry, if it 
 can be call'd a Kind, that is fo new in 
 the World, and of which we have had 
 fo few Inftances. I call it new becaufe 
 
 I 
 
Some Account of Boileau, 6^r. 
 
 I take La Secchia Rafita of T'ajfoni to 
 be the firft of this Sort that was ever 
 written, or at leaft that ever I heard of: 
 As for Homers Battle of the Frogs and 
 Mice^ I take that only to be a Tale or 
 Fable,like thofe of^/^^f ,amongft which 
 it is to be found^ and ought rather to 
 be rank'd among the Writings of the 
 Mythologtfls than thofe of the Toets. 
 Whatever Name or Title the Criticks 
 may be pleas'd to dignify or diitingifh 
 this Sort of Writing with, I am fure it 
 has had the good Fortune to be very 
 well received : The Reputation of the 
 Lutrin in France^ and the ^iffenfary 
 in Enoiand^ are two of the beft Mo- 
 dern Inftances of Succefs in Poetry that 
 can be given. 
 
 And fince I have mention'd thofe two 
 Poems together, it may not be Im- 
 proper to obferve, that in the Latter 
 of 'em, tho' writ upon a very different 
 Subject, there are fome Paffages that are 
 
 plainly 
 
and this Tranjlation. 
 
 plainly Imitations_, or indeed even Tran- 
 (lations of the Former; Thofe who will 
 take the Trouble to compare 'em, 
 now they are both in one Language, 
 will be beft able to judge, how near 
 the Tranflator of the Lutrin comes to 
 the Beauties which all the World has 
 fo juftly admir'd in Dr. Garth. 
 
 I won't venture to fay this Trandati- 
 on is the moft correft and finifh'd Piece 
 of its kind that we have, but I believe 
 moft People will allow,That the Author 
 of it is perfeftly Mafter of Boileau^ and 
 in fome Places has even improv'd him, 
 to meation that only of. 
 
 Vans le Reduit ohfcur^ &c. , 
 
 And fo on for a Dozen Verfes ; where I 
 think the Englijh at leaft Equal, if not 
 Superiour to the 'French, 
 
 The General Turn of his Verfe is a- 
 greeable, his Divlion Poetical, and very 
 
 proper 
 
Some Accmnt ofBoileau, ^c. 
 
 proper to the Subjeft, and that whatever 
 Faults there may be, they are meerly 
 verbal, and may very well be receiv'd 
 under that good natur'd Allowance 
 which Horace makes for thole 
 
 •^AS auf incur iafudit 
 
 Aut hum An A farum cavif Natura, 
 
 That which indeed to me feems moft 
 liable to an Exception, is, that the 
 Gentleman has taken the Liberty in 
 Ibme Places to depart from his Au- 
 thor, and to iubftitute other Perfons 
 and Things in the Room of Thofe 
 which he has left out or chang'd; 
 and that while he ftill retains the 
 original Story, and keeps the Scene 
 at Taris^ he makes ufe of the Names 
 of Men and Books in England^ un- 
 known to and unthought of by Mon- 
 fieur Boileau^ and particularly in the 
 Battle of the Books, where he makes 
 ufe of fome French and fome Englijh : I 
 
 could 
 
and this Tranjlatiortj 
 
 could have wifli'd indeed they had all 
 belong'd to one Nation ; For tho' the 
 Satyr upon our own Countrymen is 
 very juft and entertaining, yet I muft 
 always think the Poem would have 
 look'd more of a Piece, if the Names 
 had been all as they are in the Origi- 
 nal, or that elfe removing the Adion 
 and Scene entirely into England^ the 
 Names of Perfons, Places, l^c had been 
 all Englip^ and fo the whole had been 
 rather an Imitation than a Tranllation 
 of M. Boileau. 
 
 After all I am fenfible that it may 
 be eafily enough reply 'd in Defence of 
 the Tranflation, that as it is intended for 
 Englijh Readers, and more efpecially 
 for thofe who don't underftand French^ 
 foa long Bead-roll of dull French Am- 
 thors who are grown into fuch Con- 
 tempt, that they are hardly read, or 
 even known in their own Country^ 
 would be but an odd Entertainment 
 
 to 
 
Some Account o/Boileau, &c. 
 
 to People here, who never heard of 
 'em before ; beiides it muft be allow'd, 
 that one may very eafily apprehend 
 the Plaifantry of the Satyr in the 
 Original, by the Tranflator's muftering 
 up a Set of Eyiglift> Authors of equal 
 Degree and like kind of Dulnefs with 
 thofe mentioned by M. Boileau. 
 
 As for the Objeftion of his having 
 changM the Perfons, I believe a Subjeft 
 of Great Britain may be very eafily 
 forgiven if the Love of his Country 
 and the juft Honour which he has for 
 his Sovereign, led him to apply thofe 
 handfome Complements to the Queen^ 
 which the Author makes to the King 
 of France in fome of the Canto*s^ and 
 in others that of the Prince Qf ^Qude 
 to the Duke of Marlborough. 
 
 It is not the firft Time that 
 Juftice has divefted that Monarch of 
 Honours which he had long affum'd 
 
 to 
 
and this Tranjlation. 
 
 to himfelf, to place 'em more wor- 
 thily upon Her Majefty : Nor is it 
 now only that his Grace has been 
 adorn'd with the Spoils of a French 
 General. The Praife is, 1 am fure 
 at lealt as highly deferv'd , and as 
 juftly given by the Englijh as the 
 French Toet. And indeed I think the 
 whole Tranflation to be fo well done 
 in the main and fo entertaining, that 
 what little Faults are in it, if 
 there are any , ought not to be ta- 
 ken Notice of, for the Sake of the 
 Beauties. Nor had I taken the Li- 
 berty to fay what I have faid of it, 
 if it had not been to give you a 
 Proof of an exaft Sincerity in every 
 thing where you ask my real Opinion. 
 
 I am 
 
 SIR, 
 
 LONDON^ 
 
 1708. Tour Humble Servant 
 
 N. Rowe. 
 
To the Right . Honourable 
 
 CHARLES Lord HALIFAX. 
 
 OUR Lordfhip is riot to be 
 inform 'd of the great Repu^ 
 tatioti Monfieur Boileau has 
 acquired by all his Works* 
 They are erteem'd fo Nice in 
 themfelves, that it has been thought by 
 fome as rafh an Attempt to tranflate this 
 French Author, as for an Englilh General 
 to attack an Army of theirs. The late 
 Succeffes of fome former Campaigns have 
 fufhciently provM that their Heroes are not 
 JnvmcMe ; and the happy Imitations of 
 fome of their beft Pieces, that their JVri- 
 ters are not IncoynfciraUe, Not that Fm fo 
 
 * vain 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 vain as to Imagine the following Tranflation 
 deferves to bemention'dinthe fame Breath 
 with fome I cou'd name. But certain it is, 
 the French Genius may be match'd (if not 
 furpafs'd) in both^ the Ten as well as the 
 S'word ; whatever exalted Notions to the 
 contrary Some among us may have, who 
 cou'd relifh Slavery it felf, if it were but 
 French. I do not intend anything to thedif- 
 advantage of our Enemy ^s Wit and Know- 
 ledge, but only to put the Matter in a Way 
 of Iffue and let the Country try it. I have 
 endeavour'd with the Affiftance of my 
 Friends, to do Monfieur Boileau all poffiblp 
 Juftice in this Celebrated Piece of his, the 
 Ltitrin y I hope 1 have us'd him with that 
 Civility which is due to one of the firft Fi- 
 gure in the Commonwealth of Learning ; I 
 was going to fay, with that Generolity our 
 Country-Men treat his at Litchfield and 
 Nottinzharn, 
 
 But my Lord, if it really be fo bold an 
 Undertaking to tranflate the JLutrin^ it is 
 unpardonably worfe to oiFer it to Your 
 Lordfliip, whofe Tenetration^ is equal to 
 
 Your 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 fc Your Noble Birth ; and yet Both yield to 
 the prevalence of your Good T'emfer^ which 
 with a like Indulgence receives the Homage 
 of all forts of Perfons. 
 
 Upon this Foundation I prefum'd to fet 
 Your Lordfhip's Name on the Frontifpiece 
 of this Work ; to be to it, what you are to 
 Your Country, its Ornament and Trote(^ion. 
 
 If ever your Lordfliip (hall alienate fo 
 much of Your Time from the TuMic Good^ 
 as to read this Poewz; You will find in it very 
 Great, but neceflary Variations from the 0- 
 riginal; whether for the better or theworfe, 
 I fubmit to Tou^ from wliofe Judgment 
 there is no Appeal. 
 
 Nothing checks and deadens the Fancy 
 more than a too fuperftitious Refpefl; for the 
 Original, efpecially in Poetry ; It is com- 
 monly the Caufe that an Idolatrous Tranlla- 
 tor (as la Motte calls fuch a one) endeavour- 
 ing too exattly to render AU the Beauties 
 of his Author, gives you in Truth never a 
 one. Every Minute Circumftance of a 
 Thought cannot bepreferv'd with any tole- 
 rable Grace, nor is it indeed neceffary ; pro- 
 
 * 2 vided 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 vided the Tranflator makes amends for his 
 negleft of what is lefs important, by Im- 
 proving and if poffible by Refining upon £/- 
 Jentials '^ which is better done by Studying 
 the Genius and Copying the T^our and u4ir 
 of an Author, than in adhering to a fcrupu- 
 lous 1)et ail of Thrajes^cvti flat and di fa - 
 grecable. 
 
 Thus a T'ranjlation may be Excellent, and 
 by this an Equitable Reader may judge of 
 it's Merit. A Pifture is but the Tranflation 
 of a Face, yet if Afelles or Lyfiffus (hall 
 attempt an Alexander^ Pofterity will pay an 
 equal Veneration to tht Artifl and the Hero. 
 
 Tranflation, in general, beiides its ufeful 
 Complicative Charafter to recommend it, 
 and other Arguments that may be brought 
 in its behalf, comes backed with what mofl: 
 Arts and Sciences pretend to., y4nti(^mty. 
 
 Did not 'Terence divert the Romans with 
 the Original Comedies of the Greek Me- 
 nander^ turn'd into Latin.^ which ferves as a 
 Standard at this Day ? And by what remains 
 oi Alcceus and fome other Lyrics^ 'tis evi- 
 dent how much Horace himfelf was oblig'd 
 
 to 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 to the Greeks^ not by copying the Meafure 
 of their Numbers, but by imitating the ex- 
 prefs Senfe of the Authors. To bring it 
 nigher Home ; we at this Day read Ben. 
 ^ohnfons Catiline and other Plays of his with 
 Pleafure ; yet thofe who converfe with "Tully^ 
 know who furnifh'd him with his Rhe- 
 torick. 
 
 I expert the Critics will fall upon me for 
 writing in this Manner to YourLordfhip^as 
 if I was giving You a Lejjon inftead of a i>e- 
 dication. I mull: confefs it looks Ibmething 
 like it. But I rather chute to repeat to Your 
 LordOiip '-juhat Ton aWeady knorju^th'^u to ex- 
 hibit a Bill of Your Perfections and Excel- 
 lencies "wbicb all the IVorld kno'ws, 
 
 Monfieur Boileau calls this Poem of his, 
 Heroi-Comicjue^ Mock-Heroic ; that is, a Ri- 
 diculous Adion made confiderable in Heroic 
 Verle. 
 
 If 1 diftinguifh right, there are two forts 
 of Burlefque'j the firft where things of mean 
 Figure and Slight Concern appear in all the 
 Pomp and Bullle of an Efic Poem ; fuch is 
 this of the JLutrin, The fecond fort is where 
 
 * 3 great 
 
The Dedication. 
 
 Great Events are made Ridiculous by the 
 meannefs of the Charafter, and the oddnefs 
 of the Numbers, fuch is the HudiAras of our 
 Excellent Butler. 
 
 Boileau^ like Horace , was born equally for 
 Sat>jr and for Traife, The Lutrin partakes 
 of Both. The^S'^fynV^/Part^as 'tis very fe- 
 vere upon thofe of his own Church, fo I 
 cou'd wifh it were applicable to the Romijh 
 Clergy only and none other. 
 
 As for the Panegyricks lb frequent in it, 
 I know not why they (hould not as well be- 
 come the Queen of France as the French 
 King^ the Prince of Mindleheim as the 
 Prince ofConde.^ and the^tticus of Dr, Garth 
 as the j4rifius of Boileau. 
 
 I am 
 
 7''our Lordjhifs mofi Obedient 
 
 and mofi Humble ServAnt^ 
 
 J, Ozell. 
 
THE. 
 
 Lutrin of Boileau* 
 
 M O C K-H E R O I C. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 RMS and the PRIEST I 
 
 fing, whofe Martial Soul 
 No Toil cou'd terrify, no Fear 
 controLil; 
 
 Active it urg'd his Ontrvard Mun to dare 
 The num'rous Hazards of a ?iow fVar : 
 
 B Nor 
 
± Boileau'j^ Lutrin. 
 
 Nor did th' Immortal Prelates Labours ceafe, 
 Till Victory had Crown'd 'em with Succefs ; 
 Till his gay Eyes fparkhng with fluid Fire, 
 Beheld the Desk reflourifh in the Choir. 
 In Vain the Chanter and the Chapter ftrove ; 
 Twice they elTay'd the fatal Desk to move : 
 As oft the Prelate with unweary'd Pain, 
 Fix'd it to his proud RivaPs Seat again. 
 
 Mufe^ let the Holy Warrior'' s Rage be fung ; 
 Why Sacred Minds Infernal Furies flung : 
 What Spark inflam'd the zealous RivaPs Heat, 
 How Heavenly Breafls with Human Paffions beat 1 
 
 And thou Illuftrious ^ H&ro^ whofe Command 
 AfTwag'd the Fire, whofe falutary Hand 
 With more than JEfculapian Art cou'd heal 
 The Schifmfick Churchy and flop the growing III. 
 
 * M. Lmoigmn, rrermir Prefidenu PropitlOUS 
 
CAM- r I> 
 
 Propitious o'«r itliefe Sgered N.uniber? IJiine, 
 With thy briglit Influence aid the great Pefigii ; 
 And as you deign a willing Ear to lend, 
 Religioujly t\}L impc^i't^ntiXab ;aj:.tend. 
 
 i ) Y jri 'I i 
 
 Id'il the foft Pleafures of Fraternal Peace, 
 In laughing Plenty and luxuriant Eafe, - 
 Pdris beheld her f Amimt Chsiffel rife, 
 Florid in Years, delightful to her Eyes ; 
 Her lully Canoas rofy Beauties grace, 
 And brilliant Health criiTifons each ruddy Faqe. j; j 
 Fatteny witli long and holy Luxury ; ^, ^ _, . 
 Deep funk ill Pown, foft as their Furs they lie ; -j^. 
 While Uiere tlie lacred Sluggards wafte the Day. 
 
 In dull Reppfe- By Peptay they Pray. 
 
 They only w^atch'd that they might relifli Kelt, 
 And never failed but to make a Feaft. 
 
 f i' Amienne CbapeUi in Paris the Scene of Ail ion. 
 
 B 2 Unhealthy 
 
4 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Unhealthy Mattms wifely they decline, 
 And fubltitute a Journeyman-Divine, 
 
 When Difcord rofe a fquaiid guilty Shade, 
 Black as her Crimes, in fable Night array'd ; 
 Soft Peace with Horror vie wM the Ghaftly Spright, 
 And trembling fled her inaufpicious Sight : 
 The livdd Fury her dire Courfc had run, 
 From Church to Church her VifttAtion gone ; 
 Then at the noify Hall's litigious Bar 
 She ftop'd, and fmil'd to fee the pleafing War ; 
 Contemplating her growing Power fhe flood, 
 And breath'd Contention on the jarring Croud. 
 In countlefs Shoals her faithful ^ Normans flow ; 
 Norrndns whofe Breafls perpetual Tempefts blow : 
 Squadrons of Lawyers here, drive o'er the Plain, 
 And Clients there, the dreadful Charge fufl:ain : 
 
 * Litigious ro a Proverb. 
 
 Ths 
 
C A NT \. 5 
 
 The Lord, Clown, Senator, Fop, Bully, Cit, 
 Mingling in one vexatious Jaigon fight \ 
 Round Themis every Standard tliey difplay, 
 And in the Wordy War confumc the Day. 
 
 The Fury raifing then her baleful Head, 
 O'er the Parijta^ Towers her Venom flied ; 
 UnjQiaken yet beholds one Church alone, ; 
 
 But one, that Peaceful durfl her Power difown. 
 Sacred to pious Eafe this Temple ftood 
 Unfhook by Tempcfts in a raging Flood : 
 Of all her numerous Sifters only fhe 
 Enjoy'd an undifturb'd Tranquillity. 
 
 The Fie^d at Sight of this offenfive Peace 
 Grins horrible, fhe howls, her Serpents hifs ; 
 Then lafhing her thin Form, ftrong Poifon fills 
 Her Mouth ; withVengeanceher lean Bofom fwells ; 
 
 B I Her 
 
6 Boilelu'^i' JLutrin. 
 
 Her Eyes in Streams of livid Lightning glow, 
 
 Difl:ra8:ion fits malignant on her Brmv. 
 
 What then, faid flie (and as the Fury fpoke 
 
 The trembling Windows jarr'd, the Houfes fhook) 
 
 Have my refiftlefs Fires thefe Hundred Years 
 
 Inflam'd the Carmelites ^ the Cordeliers ? 
 
 Did not the Celefiines my Fury feel, -'C 
 
 CouM great St. Aujtin's Order me repeU ? ^ 
 
 Have I involv'd in Feuds the Miniftry ? 
 
 Have I made Convoc -tis difagree ? 
 
 And fhaJl this Church alone rebellious dare 
 
 Cherifh eternal Peace, when I bid War ? 
 
 And am I Difcord ? Then may Tumult ceafe, Ci 
 
 If I've no Power to blair her boafted Peace : 
 
 To hated Quiet let Mankind return, 
 
 Nor on my facred Altars Incenfe burn. , , : ,) 
 
 ■.ii 
 This 
 
C A NT I. 7 
 
 This faid, fhe ftrait aiTum'd a Chanter'* s Drefs ; 
 Such was her Shape, fo formal in her Pace : 
 Her WarHke Vifage rich in Rubies fhines, 
 Painted with the beft Blood of generous Vines. 
 Thus drefs'd, fhe to the (leeping Prelate flics, 
 In this diflembled Form deceives his Eyes. 
 
 Deep in the Covert of a dark Alcove, 
 FormM for the idle Gods of Sleep and Lo-ze. 
 A Downy Couch appears with wond'rous Care, 
 At great Expence fecur'd from noxious Air : 
 Curtains in double Folds around it run, 
 And bar all Entrance of tli"* intruding Sun ; 
 Artfully rais'd to lull each fofter Sence, 
 Devoted to the Goddefs Indolence, 
 In idle Riot there fhe keeps her Court, 
 There airy Vifions, wanton Phantoms fport ; 
 
 B 4 Here 
 
8 Boileau'j* Lutrin. 
 
 Here negligently Dreaming out the Day, 
 Diflfolv'd in Eafe the Holy Sluggard lay, 
 Strengthen'd with an immoderate Morning Meal, 
 The Glutton batten'd till the Dinner Bell : 
 Youth in its Flower blooming with vernal Grace, 
 Shone in his Eyes, and brighten'd on his Face ; 
 His Chin enormous, overfprcads his Cheft, 
 In three deep Folds defcending on his Brcaft : 
 There dozM the leaden Lump of flumbring Fat, 
 Whiletheprefs'dCulhions groan beneaththeWeight. 
 
 The Fury entring faw the Table fpread, 
 In artful Order elegantly laid ; 
 She recognized the Churchy and thus addrefs'd. 
 With her delulive Words, the fleeping Prielt. 
 
 Prelate arife, quit this inglorious Down, 
 Or the proud Chanter will thy Power difown : 
 
 He 
 
C A NT I. 5 
 
 He fings Or emus J he Vroajjions makes, 
 With his refoundiflg Voice the Chappel fhakes : ' 
 Without thy Leave thy BleUings he beftows \ 
 ijLis Mouth with endlefs Benediftions flows : 
 Do'ft thou then wait till this Invader's Hand 
 Seizes thy Mitre, takes thy high Command. 
 Shake off thefe idle Bonds, or all you lofa^ 
 Renounce thy Bijhoprick^ or thy Repofe, 
 
 o ' ■'" » ' ' Ci • . -■ • V ' *c; ' 
 
 She fpoke, and her infed^ious Breath infpires 'i"I 
 His troubled Bofom with contentious Fires. 
 The drowfy Prelate at her Words revives 
 Confus'd and frighten'd, hut his Bleffing gives. 
 
 So wounded by a Wafp have I beheld 
 A fturdy Bull, Lord of the flow'ry Field ; 
 Unus'd to Pain till then in amorous Play, 
 He Lov'd and Eat, and Wanton'd out the Day : 
 
 But 
 
I o Boileau^j* Lutrin. 
 
 But now impatient Loves and Feeds no more. 
 The Neighbouring Forefts tremble at his Roar ; 
 With deep fetchM Bellowings the noble Beaft 
 Exhales his Spirits, and torments his Breaft 
 At the vile InfeQ: that difturbshis Reft. 
 
 Thus the gall'd Prelate's Rage no Balm can heal, 
 The Servants firft his rifing Fury Feel ; ^--nn-':'^. 
 His Rage grows high, and kindling by Degrees, 
 From his ftungBofom drives inaftive Peace. 
 He drefTes, and oh Horror ! makes a Vow, 
 Tho' Dinner waits, he to the Choir will go. 
 Wife Gilotin his Chaplain vainly ftrove, 
 With fage Advice this rafli Refolve to move ; 
 Councell'd, Intreatcd, every Danger told ; 
 That then "^ttvas Ncon^ tha^t Dinner rvou^d be cold, ^ 
 
 What A 
 
C ANTO X ti 
 
 .i What more than frantick Rage (faid he) now 
 Reigns? ''-ilo'' ^ e-fb -^oY 
 
 What wild Capricious hurry round your Brains ? 
 Support yoirr Luftre better, think at Icaft 
 A rich laborious Prelate is a Jell : 
 Let a full Meal this ufelefs rage expell ; 
 Sharpen your Appetite, and blunt your Zeal ; 
 This is iiQ Ember 'Week J the Church commands 
 No Fall ; impofe not then thefe rigid Bands. J -•:■ 
 Great Sir, refume your Senfes and your Food, 
 A Diiifier heated twice was never goadl ■ .*' .v- 
 
 Thus Gilotitt Then pointing fbew'd his Lord 
 
 The fmoaking Soup attending on the Board ; 
 The Prelate ftruck with Reverence and Delight, ' 
 Stood filent conquer'd by the pleafing Sight. 
 
 Vidorious 
 
'»;* 
 
 1 2 Boileau'j" Lutrin. 
 
 Vi£lorious Pottage ftopM his eager Hafte, 
 
 SoftenM his Rage, and broke his three Hours Faft. 
 
 Yet the black Choler ftrugling with his Meat, 
 
 OpposM the PafTage of each lufcious Bit. 
 
 Good Gilotiri exprefs'd in Groans his Care, <^ ^\<\v.c 
 
 And politickly fpreads the growing Fear. 
 
 His Partizms the dreadful News receive, 
 
 And feeling own a fympathetic Grief : 
 
 In numerous Troops to their lov'd Patron flie, - 1 
 
 And bravely fwear to Conc^uer or to Die. 
 
 Thus when the fierce Pigmesn Army crouds, 
 The Banks of Hebery or Strimoman Floods \ 
 The haughty Cranes round their known Leader 
 
 fwarm, 
 And their invincible Battallions form. 
 
 V Pleas'd 
 
CANTO X 13 
 
 « 
 Pleas'd with the Sight, the FreUte rowl'd his 
 
 Eyes, -.if rr'.r 
 ConfefsM his new-born Joy, and ftrove to rife : 
 His Colour grows again, his Voice receives ")0 
 Its ancient Tone, and the whole Man revives ;. ' 
 The lufty Gammon realTumes its Place, 
 He fcans and bkfTes every friendly Face. 
 Then to the general Health a Goblet fwills ; 
 Each Man the great Example takes, and fills : 
 The ^ Cruife bled pure Vermillion Ne£lar rcuad, 
 And the Defert their Entertainment crown'd. 
 
 And now the Orator prepares to fpeak - 
 He groans as if his mighty Heart would break> 
 Then in a Voice to his Misfortunes bent^ 
 Thus in a proper Tone began his Plaint. 
 
 * A Church Vij[tl 
 
 Illuilrious 
 
14 Boilmu^s LutrinJ 
 
 Illuftrious Partners of my long Fatigues,-^ e-ii 
 You fole Supporters of my Pious Leagvws^^ 
 By whofe Afliftance I at laft am made . ciJiHoJ 
 Of a Mad Chapter the exalted Head. : .. J clH 
 
 To your inccITant Services I own ::oT ? ! ^" )f! , ; 71 
 All the rich Hoiioues that irahofs my Gowu ; 
 And can you unconcern'd with equal Eyes^iL^i -w i 
 Behold my Rival, and confirm liis Joys ? 
 Muft I, the Creature of your Wifdom, fall 
 A Sacrifice to that proud Clianting Baal f : i 
 
 Will you my Caufe, and your own Right deny ? 
 Can you and angry Heaven fi:and Neuter by ? 
 (This Morn a facred Vifion I beheld ; 
 A Deity thefe fatal Truths reveal'd.) 
 Yes, he has feizM the Fruits of all my Toil, 
 And infolently glories in the Spoil : 
 
 He 
 
CANT 0,1. 15 
 
 He Daily bleiHes the unhallow'd Croud, 
 Pronounces Benedicat Vos aloud. 
 Horror on Horror ! who can fpeak the reft I 
 Turns my own pointed Weapons on my Btcaft. 
 
 Here Tears and Sighs his faltring Language 
 break; ;•*. :.r' 
 
 His Tears and Sighs too eloquently fpeak : 
 Redoubled Sobs ftopt the refpiring Breath ; 
 His Vifage darken'd, Choler ftrove with Death : 
 But Gilotin the fierce Attack withftood, 
 And a full Bowl repell'd the rifing Blood. 
 
 4jV^hen5/Wr;?ccame, Age lengthen'd our his Way, 
 (The languid Limbs confefling their Decay.) 
 Four Ages in this peaceful Choir he told ; 
 Knew Men and Manners well, was Wi fcand Bold , 
 
 ,a And 
 
1 6 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 And this rare Knowledge did his Merit raife. 
 From Sexton to the Vefirj-Kjeper"* s Place. 
 He faw the finking Prelate, guefs'd his Grief, 
 And with paternal Care brought fwift Relief. 
 
 Then thus the Reverend Sire Prelate revive ; 
 
 To the dull Chanter ufelefs Sorrow give : 
 Arife, refume thy Spirits, and thy Power ; 
 I will thy injur'd Empire's Rights reflrore : 
 Coliccl your Judgment, and attend with Care, 
 What Heaven and HeavenlyPowers infpire me,Hear. 
 
 Where now that fupercilious Chanter rears 
 His hardened Front, that Source of all thy Car«s,. 
 In ancient Days a well known Desk of Wood, 
 Fram'd of unequal StruQ:ure firmly flood , 
 There in the Choir, on thy Left-Hand 'twas plac'd. 
 And its large Sides a fpacious Shadow caft. 
 
 Behind 
 
C A NT I. 17 
 
 Behind this Work the humble Chapter fat 
 
 In an obfcure Invifible Retreat : 
 
 Wlien forward to the radiant Day alone, 
 
 Attra£ling every Eye the Prelate flione ; 
 
 Whether fome D^emo^j to the Desk a Foe, 
 
 Or Nightly Force combinM its Overthrow ; 
 
 Or was it Dejlwfs unerring Hand 
 
 That Pre-ordain'd it fliould no longer (land. 
 
 One fatal Morning with furprizing Noife, 
 
 The great Machine fell down before our Eyes : 
 
 In Vain we at the Angry Heav'ns repin'd ; 
 
 Twas to the Veftry in our Sight confin'd ; 
 
 There thirty Winters hid from open Day, 
 
 Forgotten in Ignoble Dull: it lay. 
 
 Hear Prelate then -When nightly Mift^ 
 
 arife, 
 And veil in dim fuffuGon prying Eyes, 
 
 C Lcr 
 
1 8 BoileauV Lutrhh 
 
 Lee Three, deified from this Friendly Rout, 
 And favour'd by the growing Night, fteal out, 
 "With ready Zeal the broken Mafs rejoin, 
 And to its priftine Seat the Desk confine : 
 If in the Morn the Chanter dares deftroy 
 Our glorious Work, and damp the general Joy, 
 Alliens on Adions, Suits on Suits fhall tell 
 The Church's Spirit, and her Servants Zeal : 
 Then Authoriz'd by Heaven you may engage ; 
 This is a War worthy a Prelate's Rage : 
 Wou'd you to Prayer alone that Heart confine ? 
 Let your great Soul in ardent Action fliine ; 
 Let a dull Country Vicar be content 
 With a long Life in lazy Preaching fpent. 
 
 At Paris^ Sir, You flourifii Then prepare. 
 
 Be Obftinarc, Vexatious, roufctoWar; 
 Be Adive, Refi:lefs, Vigilant and Proud ; 
 This raifcs you above the Vulgir Croiiil ; 
 
 Fro 01 
 
C A NT I. 19 
 
 From common Crape difcriminates a Lord, 
 And is a Prelate's Charter on Record : 
 Then throw your Benedictions boldly rounds 
 Let every Place your Benediciions found* 
 Blefs in the Chanter'^s Sight, and never ceafe. 
 With uplift Palms the very Chanter Blefs. 
 
 This warm Oration the Afrcriibly fir'd, 
 And every Soul with God-like Rage infpir'd : 
 The Prelate with uncommon Ardor mov'd, 
 In a loud Out-cry Sidrac^s Speech approv'd ; 
 Let then (faid he) a careful Choice be made 
 Of Three, Three worthy this Defign to head. 
 
 Each pleads his Merit to the great Command ; 
 Each Worthy feems in this illuftrious Band, 
 
 C 5J Ler 
 
20 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Let Deftiny, the Prelate then reply'd, 
 Let Fortune by decilive Lots provide. 
 They write ; Each hopes his own Immortal Name 
 Will rife the Foremoft in this Scroll of Fame. ' 
 Full thirty Names into fmall Billets made, 
 Are in a Cap's round finuous Bottom laid ; 
 And that no Fraud may their great Hopes deftroy 
 Of a juft Choice, they call a Singing Boy : 
 Young William ftrait the great Defign attends ; 
 Blufliing, his Artlefs Novice-hand he lends. 
 
 The Prelate with his naked Hands and Eyes 
 Thrice bleiles all the Tickets ; ftirs 'em thrice : 
 The Infant draws : Firfl Bro?itin*s Name appeared ; 
 They al! approve the Lot with due Regard ; 
 The Prelate kop'd a lucky Augury, 
 And fmiling wifli'd the happy Bromin Joy. 
 
 When 
 
CANTO I. 21 
 
 When inftantly the Name, that glorious Name 
 humour was drawn, belovM by Gods and Fame ; 
 The beauteous Barber, whofe long flaxen Hair 
 Curl'd o'er his Shoulders, as Adonis fair ; 
 Nor was bright Cjtherea*s lovely Boy 
 More the foft Goddefs's DeHght and Joy : 
 Than he of ^ Bathrijfa • much fhe lov'd, 
 Much he, and each the others Flame approvM ; 
 For they were chain'd three Years by Love alone. 
 Before they clapp'd the MarriageShackles on. 
 His cringing Neighbours fervilely fubmit 
 To this Fafiidious Hero of the Street, 
 While his hot Courage flafhes o'er his Face, 
 And in his Eyes dejlrucfive Comets blaze. 
 
 One undetermin'd Ldt did vet remain : 
 The Prelate mingles, ihakes'cm well again. 
 
 C 3 All 
 
 * La psmiquiiys^ in Boikru'i the Earbt:5 ^VirV. 
 
22 BoileauV Lutrin?'' 
 
 All crowd and watch the Draught with eager 
 Hafte, 
 Each hopes his own great Name may be the laft. 
 
 Oh Boirude ! how fliall I thy Joys relate, 
 W'hen in the Prelate's Eyes thou read ft thy Fate, 
 And faw in them thy faithful Name appear ? 
 Such Tranfports, Mighty Sexton^ who cou'd 
 
 bear ? 
 Then thy pale Face which never bluHi'd before, 
 'Tis faid, with flufhing Blood was purpled o'er ; 
 Thy Gouty Limbs refum'd their Youthful Heat, 
 And every Pulfe with Martial Ardor beat. 
 Boldly thy feeble Corps attempted thrice, 
 As oft alas ! in Vain eflay'd to rife. 
 
 Fate 
 
C A NT I. 23 
 
 Fate hasdetermin'd, and the joyful Croud, 
 With dreadful Shouts, confirm that Choice aloud. 
 
 Th' AfTembly rifes, with applauding Noifc 
 They Hide away, and murmur out their Joys, 
 Leaving the Prelate with Fatigue opprefs'd, 
 'Till a full Supper calm'd his moody Breafl, 
 And laid his Anger, and his Limbs, to Refl. 
 
 C 4 THE 
 
THE 
 
 CANTO II. 
 
 25 
 
 L U T R I N 
 
 E A N Time the Monfter of 
 
 Gigantick Size, 
 Hung round with opening Mouths, 
 and waking Eyes ; 
 Who far and wide tells what flie hears, and more ; 
 Traveling from Clime to CHme, from Shore to Shore : 
 Fame, nimble MefTenger, prepares to dart 
 A mortal Dread on Barherfjfa*s Heart : 
 
 Tell 
 
26 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Tells how her Lord, by a fond Fancy led, 
 That Night deternain'd to forfake her Bed, 
 And to eredl the Desk, Amaz'd to hear. 
 She firft ftood motionlefs, and froze with Fear : 
 At laft, confefling Anger and Surprize, 
 With Hair difhevel'd, and with flaming Eyes, 
 Her Wrath no longer able to conceal, 
 She thus upbraided his officious Zeal : 
 
 * And would'fl: thou hide this Mifchicf of thy 
 Mind? f 
 
 And can nor facred Vows, nor Duty bind ? 
 Dar'fl: thou then, Traytor, fo perfidious prove 
 To plighted Faith, and Hymeneal Love ? 
 Are allth' Indearmentsof a Wedded Life, 
 The foft Embraces of a tender Wife, 
 
 (A 
 
 * VijfmuUre etiam fperafii, perfidc, tamum 
 
 Pojjs mfiis ? • 
 
 Ntc te noHer, amor nee te data dexter a quondam^ 
 ^ec moritura tenet crudelifmiere Dido* 
 
 Virg. itneid. 
 
CANTO II. 27 
 
 (A Wife alas ! jufi: ready to expire) 
 Too Weak to conquer one unkind Defire ? 
 Falfe Man, wert thou oblig'd to wear away 
 The tedious Hours from Eve to dawning Day ; 
 With well-form'd Curls, or with dilTembied Hair, 
 The Beau to furnifh, or adorn the Fair : 
 I cou'd, perhaps, without Regret or Pain, 
 The Want of due Benevolence fuftainj 
 Thy Abfence fwectned with the Hopes of Gain. 
 But thus to leave your Partner in the Lurch, 
 With a mad Zeal in Pkvour of a Church ? 
 Stay, cruel Man ! Ah 1 whither do you run ? 
 Why the Companion of your Pleafures fhun ? 
 Have you forgot fo foon ? And can you fee 
 Thefe flowing Streams,and not be touch'd,like me? 
 By all our Kifles, by our fofter Nights, 
 And melting Sweets of Conjugal Delights. 
 
 If 
 
28 BoileauV Lutrin.^ 
 
 If ever movM with Barberlffah Charms, 
 
 You took the eafy Victim to your Arms : 
 
 If by no previous Promifes betray'd, 
 
 E'er join'd by Pricft, I fell a willing Maid : 
 
 If thofe yon glimmering Lamps, which rowl 
 
 above, 
 Ne'er faw a fecond Rival in my Love. 
 Ah ! do not go 1 let me your Stay implore 
 But for one Night, and I will ask no more. 
 
 She faid : The Torrent of her amorous Flame 
 Threw on a trufty Stool the fwooning Dame. 
 The moving Sight her Lord's brave Soul opprefl: ; 
 Honour and Love contended in his Breaft. 
 Till calling his known Courage to his Aid, 
 Thus to the Queen of his Dcfires he faid : 
 (But with a Voice which fpoke divided Care, 
 A Lover*s Sweetnefs, and a Husbmd'^s Air,) 
 
 Madam, 
 
C A N T II. 29 
 
 Madam, Should I my Happinefs difown, 
 And Joys fo often reap'd from you alone ; 
 I fhould to Honour a curft Traytor prove, 
 Unworthy of your Bed, and lavifh Love j 
 But fooner fhall the Ga/lkk Liger join 
 His blended Waters with th^German Rbine^ 
 p E'er from my Memory your Love depart, 
 So ^2ih\y treafur'd in my conftant Heart : 
 Yet think not Hymen^ when my Faith I gave, 
 Refign'd me to your Yoke, a WomafPs SI Ave, 
 Had I the Power my Deftiny to chufe, 
 I ftill had 'fcap'd the MAtrmonid Noofe : 
 Still had I revelFd, like a free-born Soul, 
 In lawlefs Pleafures, and without Controul. 
 Away ! no more your empty Title plead ; 
 What's Love compar'd with fuch a noble Deed ? 
 
 How 
 
^o Boileau'j' Lutrin. 
 
 How will it found, when future Poets write, 
 
 That I ,by Favour of the fil.ent Night, 
 
 The Desk erected in the Church's Ri^ht I 
 
 Curb then your fond Defires ; nor feek to fhock 
 
 My folid Honour, ftable as a Rock." 
 
 Ah ! do not Barber ijf a* s Vertue (lain, 
 
 Nor thofe fair Eyes bedew with brackifli Rain ; 
 
 Nor with ungenerous Sighs protraQ: my Stay, 
 
 'I' For Heav'*» has called me, and Imuft- obey. 
 
 This faid -, He leaves her full of anxious Fears, 
 Her Cheeks all delug'd with a Flood of Tears* 
 Streight thQFermlllio» vanifh'd from her Face, 
 And the wan Lilj took the Rofe''s Place* 
 Thrice to recall the Salvage Man fh' aflay'd ; 
 
 But her rebellious Tono;ue thrice difobev'd. 
 
 ■f Et nunc ^ove mijfus ah aho 
 Inteypres Divumfert horrid* jujft per ,mns. 
 
 Then 
 
C A N T 11 31 
 
 Then to the lofty Room, which fac'd the Skies, 
 By Men the Garret call'd, the weeping Lady flies. 
 Jlicia heard ; freight after her fhe went, 
 Nimbly furmounting the Stairs high Afcent ; 
 To fhew her Duty by her fpeedy Care, 
 And lefTen Sorrow, while fhe takes a Share. 
 
 Now had approaching Night the Town o'er- 
 fpread, 
 And fcatter'd thro' the Streets a dusky Shade. 
 The Bell rings Supper; th' hungry Chaplains all,' 
 Bleifing the Sound, and pliant to the Call, 
 Flock from the emptj Choir to the more welcome 
 
 The Taverns thicken ; the wet Chanter fings •, 
 And every Room with Noife and Nonfencc rings. 
 
 Forth 
 
3 2 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Forth the brave Brontw march'd, whofe watch- 
 ful Eyes 
 Sleep thrice in vain attempted to furprize : 
 Whom the third Bottle Fortify'd within, 
 Provided by the cautious Gilotiny 
 Who knew that Wine made heavy Burdens light, 
 And pufh'd the unarm'd Hero to the Fight. 
 
 I'he Sexton follow'd, Boirude was his Name ; 
 The Third in this immortal Deed of Fame : 
 Both fally out, kindled with Honour's Charms, 
 To fire the Slow Lamour with Love of Arms. 
 Let us depart, they cry'd, the Day declines, 
 And to fucceeding Night his Sway refigns. 
 Why thus dejeded ? Whence this black Chagrin 
 Which hovers o'er your Eyes and fwells your 
 Spleen ? 
 
 Then 
 
C A NT II. 33 
 
 Art thou the Man, who blam'd the tedious Day, 
 And curs'd the lagging Sun's unkind Delay ? 
 Rife, follow us ; great Deeds great Souls inflame. 
 At this the Barber blufh'd with gen'rous Shame. 
 
 Then to his well-filiM Magazine he flies, 
 Where many an Iron Weapon facred lies, 
 Till call'd to Light on fome brave Enterprize. 
 Some fafhion'd by the skill'd Cornavian^s Care, 
 At Birmingham^ the Shop oi Mulciber: 
 Not like thofe Arms of the dead-doing Kind ; 
 ThQk fafien things which were before disjoined : 
 Like an inverted Cone, of Metal ftrong, 
 Sharp Pointed, and quadrangularlj long ; 
 In Vulgar Speech calPd Nails; of thefe the be ft 
 He cliofe ; a Hatchet his broad Shoulders prelt : 
 A well-tooth'd Saw his brawny Body bends, 
 Which, like a Quiver, down his back defcends : 
 
 D IncouragM 
 
C54. Boileau'^j* Lutrin. 
 
 IncouragM thus, Brontin a Mallet jfhook, 
 
 And Boirude a. Nail-driving Hammer took. 
 
 Lamour'^s Heroic Steps they tread, and feel 
 
 An unknown Warmth, a more than Humafl 
 
 Zeal. 
 Happy the Wretched who impfore the Aid 
 Of fuch a Leader, fuch a firm Brigade ! 
 The Moo/ty whofpy'd their haughty March front 
 
 far, 
 Withdraws her Peaceful Light, and aids the War. 
 Difcord purfu'd them, with a favouring Eye, ^ 
 She grin'd a Smile, and with her hideous Cry 
 Drove back the trembling Clouds, and pierc'd 
 
 the vaulted Sky. 
 From thence the Sound defcended to th' Abode 
 Of the ^ Citofe^ and wak'd Sloth's drowfy God 
 
 There 
 
 * GijlmUns. A Fraternity in the Romilh Church* 
 
 J 
 
CANTO It. 35 
 
 There in a Cell he keeps his filent Court ; 
 Around him, luke-warm lazy Genij fport : 
 Here Om retires to knead the fat'ning Pafte 
 Which plumps the Canoti*s Cheeks, and fwells his 
 
 brawny Wafte. 
 Another the Vermillion grinds, to paifit 
 The jolly Looks of mortifying Saint : 
 There Plexfure an obfervant Centry Itands, 
 Regardful of the Deitfs Commands -, 
 While Morpheus pours continual Poppy Rain ; 
 (Tho' now redoubled Show'rs defcend in vain.) 
 Sloth at the Noife awakes. All-covering Night 
 Relates the Story, and improves the Fright ; 
 Tells how the Prelate with Anibition fir'd 
 T' Heroick Fame by new Defigns afpirM. 
 Near to a Venerable Houfe of Prayer, 
 She faw Three Champions, who delight in War : 
 
 D 2 Proudly 
 
^6 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Proudly they march'd beneath her thick Difguife, 
 Safe in their Strength, fecure from Hunaan Eyes : 
 While Difcord\ fiery Brands their Souls inflame, 
 Who threatens here to Aggrandize her Name. 
 Lo ! with to Morrow's Light a Desk appears, 
 The Joy of Fa£lious, reftive Mutineers. 
 A Thoufand Dangers on the Tumult wait ! 
 A Thoufand Feuds foment the curft Debate / 
 Sq Heav*n has written in the Book of Fate, 
 
 * 
 She fpoke ; Sloth, rifing from his fiiky Bed, 
 And leaning on one Arm his lumpy Head ; 
 While from his languid Eyes a Deluge ran, 
 This broken Speech wit1i feeble Voice began. 
 O Alight, thou ftab'il me with this killing News ? 
 What nsw-born Plagues does active //^//produce ? 
 Still do the Furies throw their Fiery Darts ? 
 Still breathe Fatigue and War in Human Hearts? 
 
 Ah! 
 
 i 
 
CANTO II. 37 
 
 Ah ! whither fled thofc happy Times of Peace, 
 When idle Kings, dilTolv'd in thoughtlefs Eafe, 
 Refign'd their Scepters, and the Toils of 
 
 State 
 To Count Sy or fome inferior Magi/Irate : 
 LoH'd on their Thrones, devoid of Tliought or 
 
 Pain ; 
 And, nodding, flumber'd out a lazy Reign ? 
 No anxious Cares did nigh the Palace creep ; 
 But Day and Night was one continu'd Sleep, 
 Except the Vernal Month, when Flora gilds 
 The chearful Valleys, and the fmiling Hills, 
 When the loud North his Airy Rule refigns 
 To gentle Zjphjrs, and more peaceful Winds, 
 Four Oxen drew with Jlorv and fle;tt Feet 
 Th' una^live Monarch to fome Country Scat. 
 
 D 5 Buc 
 
5 8 Boileau'j" Lutrin. 
 
 But 'tis no more : That Golden Age is gone • 
 And an unwcary'd Princefs fills Britannia's ThronCo 
 Each Day fhe frights me with the Noife of Arms, 
 Slights my Embraces, and defies my Charms. 
 In vain does Nature, Seas and Rocks oppofe, 
 To bar her Virtue ; which undaunted goes 
 Thro' Libjan Burnings, and o'er Scythian Snows. 
 HQvName alone my trembling Subjects dread, 
 Not her own Cannon can more Terrour fpread. 
 To tell the Wrongs and Cruelties I bear, 
 Would exercife the Labour of a Year. 
 I thought the Church would fheltcr an Exile, 
 Driv'ii from a Court y inur'd to Cares and Toil. 
 Vain was my Thought : For now each fad Re^ 
 
 clufey 
 Monks, Abbots, Priors, wretched Me abufe. 
 
 14 
 
CANTO 11. 39 
 
 * UxTra^e^s grown Famous by my fhamefui Flight, 
 
 Nor can ^ St, Denjs bear my odious Sight, 
 
 The Jefuits ever have my Pow'r defy'd ; 
 
 Few but the dull Citofe my Rule obey'd. 
 
 The f Holy Chappely with its Founder, flept, 
 
 And from old Time its Lethargy had kept. 
 
 Lo ! now a Desk, a fatal Foe to Peace, 
 
 Strives to di{lo4ge me from my ancient Eafe. 
 
 And wilt Thou, Night, lend thy officious Aid 
 
 To cover Crimes, far blacker than thy Shade ? 
 
 Wilt Thou, dear Partner of my lov'd Repofe, 
 
 Abet my Ruin, and proted my Foes ? 
 
 If e'er to Thee alone I did reveal 
 
 The Joys of Love, which I from Day conceal ; 
 
 Ah 1 fufFer not at leaf!:- Here Sloth oppreft 
 
 With length of Words, and want of grateful Red, 
 Sunk down : His Strength forfook the ftupid God^ 
 And to Repofe refign'd the lifelefs Load. 
 
 * Religious Houfes in Aninar Paris. THE 
 
 f The Seme of Mion where this Dij^cntion h^ipppro^'J. _ 
 
I 
 
41 
 
 THE 
 
 L U T R I N. 
 
 CANT III. 
 
 L D Nighty Triumphant on a footy 
 
 Cloud, 
 Parent of Fears, and Nurfe of Sor- 
 row, rode; 
 Burgundfa\ vinous Fields flie hovers round, 
 And fheds her dreery Vapours o'er the Ground : 
 Then tow'rds the fair Lutetian Turrets flies, 
 Diftilling Ofiats from her humid Eyes. 
 
 At 
 
2^2 BoileauV Lutrinl 
 
 At length * Montlerrfs lofty Tow'rs fhc fhrouds, 
 
 Fond of thofe venerable Old Abodes ; 
 
 The Summit of whofe Walls ftupendious Height, 
 
 Steals by Degrees from the deluded Sight ; 
 
 While the ftrain'd Eye-balls pierce the Clouds in 
 
 vain, 
 And ftretch their fiery Beams thevaftAfcent to gain: 
 The weary'd Pilgrim //fj the tedious View, 
 The ObjeBs follow, and his Flight ^urfue. 
 Here Crows and Vultures keep their ruin'd Court ; 
 Here Ravens and Funebrous Birds refqot ; 
 The croaking Toad and Bat in om'nous Squawls 
 Improve the Horror of thefe defert Walls : 
 p[ere thirty Winters aged Howlet lay, 
 And claim'd a Refuge from the hated Day ; 
 fruitful of evil Pate the Schrieker cries, "^ 
 
 And hy foretelling Mifchiefs magmfes : 
 
 In 
 
 * An old Csfik near Paris, finutd on a Hi» 
 
CANTO III. 43 
 
 In this wild Place retir'd to Meditate, 
 Expe^ing Night, the fober Creature fate : 
 The Goddefs came ; Howlet exalts his Voice, 
 Sadning the tuneful Neighbours with his Joys : 
 Complaining Pro^;?^ trembles with new Pains,' 
 And Philomela^ Fears overcome her Strains : 
 Follow me, Soft, faid Night, The Feathered Fate^ 
 Rous'd at her Voice, forfook his drowfy Seat ; 
 With heavy Wings they prefs the thickning 
 
 Air, 
 And darkling their dull Shades to Paris bear ; 
 Here both arreting their aufpicious Flight 
 Qn the fam'd Cfjapel's deftinM Bellfry Light : 
 The Goddefs bending from the lofty Arch, 
 Obferves the Warriors, and regards their March. 
 The fmirking Barber brandifhes on high 
 A Bumper, which re-fmilcs with mutual Joy : 
 
 Each 
 
44 BoileauV Lutrinl 
 
 Each deluging in genial Juice his Soul, 
 To Gilotin and Bacchus fill the Bowl. 
 
 Shall they then Triumph thus, the Goddefs 
 faid, 
 And find an eafy Conqueft in my Shade ? 
 Soon thefe infulting Mifcreants fhall know, 
 What to my facred Dignity they owe ; 
 
 Then gravely nodding to her darfing Pride, 
 Her tardy Wings the foggy Air divide : 
 Horvlet with equal Pinions takes his Flight, 
 And follows thro' thick Shades his Mother Night. 
 Both to the fatal Sacrifty repair, 
 Where lay the dreadful Bufinefs of the War : 
 The fuUen Deity now maJies a Stand, 
 Beholds the Desk^ and gives this ftern Command : 
 
 Rejt 
 
CANTO III. 45 
 
 Rejl herey Prophetic Son^ in the dark Womb 
 Of thii old Desk till rifning Time [hall come* 
 
 The Orvl afTum'd his delegated Place, 
 And fat expeding with a fage Grimace* 
 
 The Champions warm'd with Native Heat and 
 Wine, 
 Unanimous purfue the great Deiign. 
 The facred CbapePs Marble Steps afcend, 
 While Bacchus does his friendly Influence lend. 
 The proud Piazza^s pafs'd, the Heroes now 
 Behind 'cm fee the Shop of fam'd Rehow ; 
 
 There undifturb'd voluminous H fleeps, 
 
 Him under Twenty faithful Locks he keeps ; 
 Secure from Chandlers, and devouring Fire, 
 The learned Lumber there remain^ intirs. 
 
 When 
 
i}.5 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 When Boirude^ as the Danger nearer grew, 
 A Tinder-box from his wide Pocket drew j 
 The veiny flint and hardy Steel mgage, 
 Breathing in Particles of Fire their Rage : 
 Colliding Blows the Atoms difunite, 
 And kindle living Seeds of Infant Light : 
 The new-born Sparks a bluifh Flame beget, 
 Which from fulphureous Fumes ejaculate ; 
 The waxen Taper glows with borrow'd Fires, 
 And in a lafting bolder Flame afpires. 
 The Heroes with this trembling Star their Guide, 
 (This trembling Star the abfent Sun fupply'd) 
 Approach the Temple ; Boirude opes the Gate, 
 And manfully conducts the Van in State : 
 As thro' the fpacious Solitude they (leer, 
 With Talk they diflipate invading Fean 
 
 the 
 
CANTO III. 47 
 
 The Vefiry now is feen ; each pallid Face 
 
 Owns the tenebrous Horror of the Place. 
 
 There lies the Desk^ dread Work of wayward Fate ; 
 
 A while they Hand its Form to contemplate : 
 
 "■Till roufing 'em, aloud the Barber crias, 
 
 This Spedlacle is not t'amufe our Eyes : 
 
 We are not here conven'd, my Friends, to ftare j 
 
 Time will not (lay ; the Moments precious are : 
 
 Into the middle Ifle convey theM/r/f, 
 
 And fix it on the haughty Chanter'' s Place. 
 
 To morrow a plump Prelate^ gloating Eyes 
 
 Shall view the Triumph with uncommon Joys. 
 
 Th^ with an Arm tremendous bravely ftrove- 
 From its old Poft the dufty Lump to move. 
 When Oh Difira^ion ! a dread Voice aloud, 
 Was heard to Iffue from the hollow Wood j 
 
 BrofJtiu 
 
4-8 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 J3r^;?//> grew ftiff with freezing Ague-Fear, 
 
 The Sexton's Colour fled, uprofe his Hair, 
 
 Lamour bemoan'd (to daftard Fear betray'd) 
 
 The Want of Barberiffa and his Bed ; 
 
 Yet ftrait his Courage recollects, and now 
 
 Refolves, what e'er Fate means, to ftand the 
 
 Blow ; * 
 
 When from his Powdry Rooft the Bird of Night 
 
 With Fate-denouncing Outcries takes his Flight ; 
 
 Like Statues, Petrefy'd with chilly Fear, 
 
 Unable to refift, they fhake, they flare. 
 
 Hciviet th' Illuminated Wax defcry'd, 
 
 And foon extinguidiM with his Wings their 
 
 Guide, 
 
 Now Difarray'd, Confounded, they retreat*, 
 
 I 
 ConfelTing by fwifc Flight a bafe Defeat : 
 
 Their Nerves relax, their trembling Knees in vain 
 
 Their Bloodlefs Bodies labour to fuftain ; 
 
 The 
 
CANTO III. 49 
 
 Their Hair Ere£l, and Grey with fudden Fright 
 The flying Squadron pierce the Shades of Night. 
 
 So meet a heedlefs Troop of wanton Boys 
 In fome clofe Corner, with un^umjh^d Noife ; 
 Th' indocile Libertines fecurely play, 
 In idle Paftime truanting the Day ; 
 Far from their Studious Mailers prying Sight, 
 They give a Loofe to Joy, and Revel in Delight, 
 But if ftern Argus by Surprife appears, 
 They quit their P/eafures and refume their Fears ; 
 Dreading the future Birch and threatning Eye^ 
 In Clufters from th' unfrnjlj^d Game tliey fly. 
 
 Difcord inrag'd beheld the routed Crowd, 
 And roar'd, like Thunder from a broken Cloud • 
 Then, to revive their Hearts congealed with 
 
 • Fear, 
 And rally their bafe Souls to S^ond War, 
 
 E She 
 
$0 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 She borrowM furly Sjdrac^s Aged Look, 
 Wrinkl'd her Brow, and his long Yifage took. 
 Earthward fhe bent, and to the Sight appears 
 Deprefs'd beneath the Weight of Fourfcore Years, 
 Her Limbs did on a knotted Staff rely. 
 And fcem'd to move on Springs oiChicamrji : 
 A winking Taper in her Hand fhe takes, 
 Arfid growling Thus the timid Band befpeaks, 
 
 Stop,MircreantWretches,whither wou'dyoB fiy? 
 Here neither Bloodihed is, nor Enemy. 
 What ! Will you then for a vile Bird alone 
 Your Honour lofe, andEnterprizc difowa? i 
 
 Dare you not ftand the impotent Grinnace 
 Oione poor Owl? What wou'd you do, alas i 
 If every day like me you faw the Bar, 
 And wagM with hideous Looks eternal War ? 
 
 . -> Friend* 
 
CANTO III 51 
 
 Fricndlefs folicit hard a Hearing norv^ 
 Then ftand a Haughty Judge's rigid Brow ; 
 Edr^hedr, without his Fee, a Lawyer dead ; 
 In Forfna Pauperis incefTant plead. 
 Believe me, Sons, Experience is my Guide, 
 My felf a Chafter fue'd, the Law defy'd* 
 Nor can the Bar fhew that tremendous Look, 
 But I a hundred Times have flood its Shock : 
 I Dauntlefs their forward Way my Body barr'd, 
 I'th' ChurcPs Name demanding to be heard. 
 The Church was fruitful then in great Divines, 
 Souls forg'd by Nature for immenfe Defigns. 
 Then Tennjlefs and Friendlefs we could go, 
 Farther than now for Love and Money too. 
 In thofe Triumphant Days, The vilefl Head 
 A Prelate and a Chanter durft implead. 
 The World grows old, Time runs a jaded Race, 
 And worn-out Nature teems with her Difgrace. 
 
 E 2 If 
 
5 2 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 If yet you cannot Reach yowv Fathers State, 
 
 At leaft their fhining Vertues Emulate, 
 
 Think what Difhonour your bright Names will 
 
 foul, 
 When Men fhall tell the Fable of the OrvL 
 Thuik how the Chanter with indignant Pride 
 Will mock your Valour, and Attempt deride ; 
 Ho.vlet will be the Word, a ftanding Jeft, 
 The Flout of Boys, and Mirth of every Feaft. 
 
 Yes, I perceive your Souls no longer bear 
 Tliefe ftinging Thoughts ) for A^ion then pre*; 
 pare : ^ , "* 
 
 Remember, Sirs, y\'\\^t Prelate 'tis you fervc, 
 And fnatch the verdant Laurels you deferve ; .;f 
 Your Eyes re-fparkle with their wonted Fires, 
 And each Heroick Breatl the War requires. ^^ 
 
 Onl 
 
CANTO III. 53 
 
 On then; Run ; FI7; immortal Honour calh, 
 And Confecrates the Man who bravely falls. 
 So fhall the Prelate fee with wondring Joy, 
 Your Vengeance fwift as your Affront can fly. 
 
 This .faid; the Warring Goddefs takes her Flight, 
 Plung'd in a fudden Stream of blazing Light ; 
 Reftoring to each Breaft their Martial Heat, 
 Fills with Her [elf the bold Triumvirate^ 
 
 So when the refcu'd Danube^ Rhifie and Scheld 
 i Immortal Churchill, Thee in Arms beheld; 
 ' The Face of War foon took a brighter Turn ; 
 And fainting Squadrons with new Vigour burn : 
 Thy Courage, like the V/^iverfal Soul, 
 Darts thro' the Troops and Animates the Whole, 
 Vi^orix yielding to thy Stronger Charms^ 
 Carefs'd thy Standard andEmbrac'd thy Arms. 
 
 E 3 Jfiam'^d 
 
54-, Boileau'j* Lutrin, 
 
 JfhAtn^d and Angry at their late Defeat, 
 
 They light their Taper and their Task repeat : /i 
 
 The Noify Enemy flies ofFunhurt, "^ 
 
 And what was late their Terror is their Sport, 
 
 And now the Desk the Chanter'' s Pew afcends, 
 
 A Shout the ChapePs lofty Arches rends .- 
 
 The wormy Boards, by Times corroding Spight 
 
 Disjoin'd, the lufty Mallet's Blows unite : 
 
 With their Continu'd Strokes the Pews refound ; 
 
 The^^a/r^rebellow'd, and theO/'^4;;groan'd. 
 
 Ah Chanter^ buried in profound Repofe, 
 Little thy Heart the brooding Mifchief knows j 
 But undifturb'd by Grief or anxious Fear, 
 Dreams not what angry Fate is doing here ! 
 If in a Vifion yet fome Pow'r Divine 
 Shou'd tQ thy Senfe reveal the dread Defign, 
 
 E'er 
 
CANTO III. 55 
 
 E'er thou wou'dft fuffer that rll-ihapen M^fsy 
 
 Afpiring fo, to Lord it in thy Place ; 
 
 Bold as a dying Martyr woudll: thou come, 
 
 And glorioufly Difpute thy haplefs Doom : 
 
 Thy naked Body to the Nails expofe, 
 
 And tender Head to the hard Hammer's Blows ; 
 
 To Mummy bruis'd thou on the Spot would ft 
 
 die, 
 And worthlefs Life refufe with Infamy. 
 But while the Desk to thy Difgrace does rife, 
 In filken Chains Thee gentle Slumber ties. 
 
 Now two concluding Strokes the Work com- 
 pleat, 
 And the Hinge turns on thy unhappy ^ecit. 
 
 E 4 THE 
 

THE 
 
 57 
 
 L U T R I N. 
 
 C A N T \Y. 
 
 HE Sextons to their early Task 
 
 repair, 
 And call the Yawning Priefts to 
 Matin Pray'r ; 
 T he Bells with filver Sounds the Region fhake, 
 Their Turrets rock, and lazy Chanters wake ; 
 Half rais'd at the fad Din, Each drowfy Head 
 Sinks down opprefl by its own Native Lead, 
 
 Their 
 
^8 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Their C^/>/ alone with fanfyM Terror fir uck, 
 And fcar'd by vifionary Forms awoke ; 
 At the redoubled Clangor of his Cries 
 Each Servant quits his Down, and trembling flics. 
 Firft Faithful Girety with undaunted Speed, 
 Appeared before the Sweating Chanter'^s Bed : 
 Girot his fhaking Matter's Senfe Reftor'd ; 
 The worthiep; Servxnt of fo good a Lord ! 
 "Who, pleas'd Domefiic Merit to prefer, 
 The Choired proud Gate committed to his Care ; 
 Jbroady a ftiff-neck'd haughty Virgery He ; 
 At Homey a fupple SUve in Livirj. 
 
 My Lord, faid he, what Trouble heaves your 
 Breaft ? 
 What Melancholy breaks your grateful Reft ? 
 
 Wou'd 
 
CANTO IV. 59 
 
 WouM you un^reftiented madly run 
 To Chapel, and prevent the rifing Sun ? 
 Confidcr, Sir j to vulgar Chanters Leave 
 The Pride oi Meriting what they receive. 
 Tour Genius then indulge without Refer ve, 
 Let Wretches born for Labour toil and ftarve. 
 
 Friend, faid the Chanter^ ftill with Horrour pale, 
 What can thefe vain Refiedlions now avail? 
 Here thy Conjpanionable PajQSon join, 
 And mix thy amicable Sighs with mine ; 
 Thy honeft Heart will tremble when it hears 
 The Subject of thy dying Mailer's Fears : 
 Twice gracious Morpheus had my Temples bound, 
 And in forgetful Night/hade Reafon drown'd * 
 Intoxicating Fumes had lan^y warm'd, 
 And every Senfe to fweet Repofe was charm'd, 
 
 When 
 
do Boileau'j* Lutrin. 
 
 When as I thought i'th' Choiremth glorious Grace 
 I Blefs'd the Crowd and fill'd my wonted Place, 
 Swallow'd the Incenfe, and unrivaEU bore 
 The firfl: Degree in Office and in Pow'r ; 
 A Gloomy Smoke long rowling from afar 
 Seem'd from the darken'd Vejlry to appear ; 
 Forward it fhot, and kindling as it came, 
 The dreadful Cloud burfl: in a bluifli FlameY 
 And Oh ! Dire Objea ! to my Sight difplay'd 
 A Dragon, by th' aflifting Prelate led ; 
 His Head Triang/dar ; the frightful Ma/s 
 A very Reading-Desk appear'd, or Was. 
 When, animated by his Guide, the Beaft 
 Darting at me, upraisM his Monflrous Creft. 
 In vain I trembhng fled, cry'd out in vain, 
 Till kindly Slee^ relax'd his gentle Chain. 
 
 I can no more Poffefs'd with Pamc Dread ; 
 
 In my pale Eyes the Sequel may be read. 
 
 Ah 
 
CANTO IV. 6i 
 
 Ah, Sir, faid Girot fmiling, Noblemen, 
 Wits, Critics, Ladies, Poets nurfe the Spleen ; 
 'Tis a Gentile Difeafe and ever bred 
 By Dunsy or Jffectation, or a Bed, 
 "Without Delay on fam'd ^ Cephalic call, 
 The Camifar {h3ll^ cure you with his Sal. 
 
 The Mafter of thtChoire, averfe to Jeft 
 (With chiding Eyes his ill-tim'd Wit fuppreft) 
 Leap'd furious from his Bed, and haften'd to be 
 
 dreft. 
 All his rich Vefts and fumptuous Robes puts on, 
 His Mohair CafTock and his TaUj Gown, 
 His Fiolet Gloves ; that very Rochet wore 
 Which once the jealous FreUte'^s Fingers tore : 
 An Ebon Stick he held, and on his Head, 
 Snowy with Winter Age, a Sattin Bonfiet laid ; . . 
 
 Quid- 
 
 * A Do^or in Paris famous f«r Sal Volatile and Eathufiafm. 
 
62 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Quickning his Pace with fierce impulfive Ire 
 He runs, he flies, and reaches /ry/ the Choirc. 
 
 * Oh Thou who guided by the Delphic God 
 Sung, On the Margin of a drowfy Flood, 
 Obftinate Chiefs inur'd to deadly Wars ; 
 'Twixt Hoftile Frogs and Mtce immortal Jars. 
 ^' Oh Thou whofe Mafe'*s bold Fantaftick Flight 
 Did the Bolonim BuckeP*s Rape indite; 
 Vile Caufc of War / All Lutium to ingage 
 In Bloody Arms, The Helen of their Rage ! 
 And II Thou who painted in a Deathlefs Strain 
 The Licensed Homicides of Warwick Lme I 
 {Fhcebm to Thee his Double Blefling gives ; 
 Thy Muftek charms us, and thy Art relieves,^ 
 Give Energy to my Enervate Tongue, 
 While the fir'd Chanter''^ flagrant Rage is fung : 
 
 * Homer'i Batrachomyomachia. Wnat 
 
 + AlefTandro Taflbni Avixhor c/La Secchia rapita. An ImJUn roem* 
 II Dr. Garch. 
 
C A N T IV. 6'^ 
 
 What Pencil can his Indignation draw, 
 When on his Seat th' afpiring Desk he faw ! 
 Mute, Motionlefs and Pale a while he ftood. 
 Horror, Surprize and Grief benumb'd his Blood ; 
 But his imprifon'd Words at Length refound, 
 And breaking thro' his Sobs a PafTage found. 
 
 Sec Girot \ See the Hydra, that oppreft 
 My troubl'd Soul, and broke my pleafing Reft ! 
 Behold the Dragon ! There he rears his Head, 
 And buries Me in an Eternal Shade ! 
 Trelatey what have I done ? What hellilh Rage 
 Makes thee Ingenious to torment my Age ? 
 What / Can thy waking Malice know no Refiy 
 Nor Sleep, nor JNight lull thy tempeftuous Bread: ? 
 Ok Fate 1 muft this opprobrious Desk appeat. 
 And cloud mc in my proper Hemifpbere? 
 
 Into 
 
6j^ BoileauV Lutrin.-^ 
 
 Into a Dungeon thus convert my Pew^ ''^ '"'' 
 Eclipfe my Glories from the Public View 1 
 Unfeen, Unknown to all but God, my Face - 
 Muft there be hid incog* in my own Place ! 
 What! Muft I fit InglorioHJly Obfcur' d.\ -""^ 
 It is too much ; It cannot be endur'd. 
 No, let us firll the facred Altar fly, 
 Abandon Heaven, Renounce the Minijlry ; 
 Yes, let us ceafe our inharmonious Prafrs^ 
 No longer offer Mufic to the Spheres, 
 Nor deafen, with rude SoviudiS,lmmorta,l Ears : 
 Let us from this ungrateful Church retire, 
 Nor fee, where we're notfeen^ a. thanklefs Choire ; 
 But then my Rival Triumphs on his Seat, 
 And fmiies infultingly at my Defeat, 
 While on my Pew this Desk \vil\ fiill be born, 
 And riding on its creaking Hinges turn. 
 
 To 
 
CANTO IV. 65 
 
 Forbid it Heav^n^ Or give fne Inftant Death, 
 
 And Stifle foul Dijljonour with my Breath I 
 
 Yes, faithful Girot^ltt us bravely Die, 
 
 If we're too weak to move this Infamy \ 
 
 But this Right Hand fhall tear the Tyrant down 5 
 
 'Tis lawful an Vfurper to Dethrone : 
 
 Yes, e're we die, if noble Death muft come. 
 
 The Rival Desk fhall, falling, fhare Our Doom. 
 
 StrengthenM with Rage, at thefe Determin'd 
 Words 
 The Furious Chanter feizM the trembling Boards ; 
 "When, guided thither by Aufpicious Chance, 
 Roger and John^ two well known Chiefs, Advance ; 
 Renowned Normans both. Equally Skill'd 
 Fth' Law, with Knowledge and Experience fill'd ; 
 They hear his Anger's Source, his Caufe they Oivn ; 
 Yet Couafel, Nothing rafhl) fhou'd be done : 
 
 F Yes 
 
66 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Yes, they Agree The Monfier muft not ftand, 
 Nor mull it fall by any Prtvste Hand : 
 But let th' JJJemiled Chspter View the Sight, 
 And in full Synod, do the Chi?Ater Right. 
 
 This Sags Advice rcpriev'd the threatn'd Maf^f 
 AndSmooth'd the ruffl'd Sire'^s dillorted Face : 
 Then be it fo, faid he, Let them appear, 
 Summon, without De/aj, the Chajpter Here; 
 Fly, and with holj Yell the Dotards Wake ; 
 So {hall they ot our Earlj Grief partake. 
 
 AtthisDifcourreSurpriz'dandFrozetheyStandj 
 Re^ardlefs of their Sazerah^;\ rafh Command. 
 
 Foolifh and bold, Says Rogey, To enjoyn 
 A Morning's work I fear we mull decline/ 
 Betimes we ought to 0///r this Party Fray, 
 Where 'tis ImpoiTible we ILou'd Ohej ; 
 
 Tho' 
 
CANTO IV. 6-j 
 
 Tho' from the diftant Street the piercing Sound 
 ShouMwakethe Snoring Footmen^{\.VQtc\\^^ around^ 
 And penetrate without the leaft Regard 
 That facred Cdm^ where Noife is never heard, 
 Can you Conceive, my Lord, when peaceful Shades 
 Have bound 'em faft to their Inchanting Beds, 
 W^ipfhou'd the Sluggard's Iron-flumbers break, 
 Whom Six Bells thirty Years cou'd never Wake ? 
 Can two weak Chanters Voices e'er perform 
 What is a Work for Thunder or a Storm ? 
 
 The Warm Old Man Replies, I fee what Ends 
 You Wifh, and whither this Oration tends. 
 I fee, your Daftard Souls the Prelate dread ; 
 Yes, of the haughty Prelate You're afraid ■ 
 Ye Servile Wretches • I have feen you iland 
 Bending your Necks beneath his Blifflng Haiid. 
 
 F 2 Go. 
 
68 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Go Still be Slaves, ftill Fawn, and Lick, and BoW ; 
 I will the Canons raife without ye Now. 
 
 Approach then, Honefl Girot^ thou true Friend • 
 Whom neither Bribes can ^h^kc^nov Prelates Bend* 
 Do thou the Maundy Thurfdafs ^ Rattle Take ; 
 Soon fhall this Engine make 'em Hear and Shake ; , 
 The Sun a Sight intirely new fhall fee, J 
 
 The Droneing Chapter Up as foon as He, 
 
 This heartning Speech made Trufty Girot fly, 
 And rake the dull o? Holy Armory* 
 
 Now the Lugubrous Infbrument Refounds, 
 And every Ear with hideous Clangor Wounds. 
 Infernal Difcord^ pleas'd, Prepares to head 
 Her Willing Champions, and afford them Aid ; 
 Then from the'l-Clam'rous//j//,t' improve theFright, " 
 She Calls the G<?^ of iV^/ye- thro' Shades of Night : 
 
 And 
 
 * La CrefTeHe, inFrencb; nn hiUrumert «i*iow 'MaunclvThurf. 
 day ivflead ofSL's. + Paralld to our Weftminfter Hall. The R^iier 
 roiU^leifi to apply it jo a: oft as bi meets vfitbiu 
 
C J N T IV. 69 
 
 And now Sweet Sleep forfakes each wondring Eye ; 
 The Street^ aftonifli'd, rifes at the Crj : 
 At length the Ca nons their ftrong Fetters break, 
 Unfeal their Lids, and in Confufion Wake : 
 Monftrous and wild UeAs Each Conceives, 
 And what his ¥xncy breeds, his ^enr believes : 
 One Thinks loud Thunder Splits the Sacred Choirt \ 
 The Chapel burning with a * Second Fire : 
 Others more Sad and Phlegmatick than He 
 Guefs't it the Toning of the \ Tenebr^ : 
 A Third^ ftill Dozing with the Fumes of Wine, 
 Believes it Three ^ Vows 'tis a laid Defign, 
 And Grumbles that he was notCall'd to Dine. 
 
 So when Returning Phcehus gilds the Year, 
 And Chears with Genial Warmth our Hemi/phere • 
 
 * Once burnt domi, In 161^, \ Ue Service in the l^mifh Ckurcb tkc 
 IVcek before E3^ikQT. 
 
 F 3 When 
 
yo BoileauV Lutrin. ' 
 
 When Zsph^^ blow, And Birds difus'd to fing 
 
 ElTay their Notes, to welcome in the ^S'/^m/^ ; 
 
 jilbiorPs brightGoddcfs, movM with Europe' sTQ.2LV^y 
 
 Sends forth her Heroes to difTolve their Fears; 
 
 With InfuUry Thunder to Prevent 
 
 The tow'ring Giants of the Qentimnt, 
 
 The Vouvre fhakes, Pale Louis taiies again 
 
 The terrors of a New RamilUA Plain. 
 
 Th' Efcurid dreads AN'NA's recruited Might, 
 
 And y/;?/V/ Saddles for a Second VY\g\\t: 
 
 Parifiaff Walls fhall prove a weak Defence 
 
 For * Quixot Kings, and tzc}\'\ Kj^'tght Errmt Prince. 
 
 In vain do's Terror urge ; Supine they lie, 
 And wait between the Sheets their Dejiiny, 
 
 Girot refolves to roufe 'em, and prepares 
 A Story, Which he Knew wou'd take their Ears, 
 Reftore their Senfes^ and Expell their Fears, 
 
 * Don Philip. + Chevalier St. George. J'^jj 
 
C A N T IN. 71 
 
 'm fent, faid he, t' inform you from my Lord, 
 A warm ColUtion fraoaks upon the Board ; 
 With Art colleded, It no Dainty wants 
 'Which Luxury can wifh, Or the rich SsA^on grants. 
 
 He fpoke ; A.11 catch at once the welcome Sound, 
 Shake off dull Sleep, and from their Pillows 
 
 bound ; 
 Headlong they prefs, as rapid Lightning, fleet ; 
 Yet fwifter Affetite out-ftrips their fett, , 
 Ready to break their Necks^ to break their Fa(t ; "j 
 Each flatters, as he flies, his Eager Tafl:e j> 
 
 With entertaining Thoughts of Sweet Repaft. \ 
 But, ah Vain Hope ! Fond Man's delufive Bait ! 
 Regardful of the Cover'd Hook too late / 
 
 The difappointed Chapter View their Chiefs 
 And find they come not there to Eat^ but Griezr^ 
 
 F 4 The 
 
7 2 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 The Chantey in the moft Pathetic Words 
 (The bed his interrupting Grief affords) 
 Reveals the fad Misfortune To his Friends, 
 And his jull Caufe to Them and God Commends. 
 
 Plump Ev^rard only durft propofe to Eat; 
 Hv^rardh keen Stomach did his Zs*^ abate ; 
 The Canons fill'd with other Thoughts, His Vote 
 Vanifti'd unfeconded and foon forgot. 
 When Allen rofe ; Colle£led and Prepar'd, 
 He regularly Hem'^d^ then Strok'd his Beard, 
 And Claim'd, as Prolocutor^ to be Heard. 
 The Learned Seer Attention might demand ; 
 The Only Scholar in this Reverend Band / 
 The Learned Seer had Copious Baxter read, 
 And with Old Bunyan cram'd his Muddy Head. 
 
 Thus Oft, Sublime, Contiguous to the Skies, 
 Sacred to Dud, an ^m^ty Garret liesj 
 
 'TiH 
 
CANTO IV. 73 
 
 'Till hir'd by fome vile Qunck, The Furniture 
 Do's All the happy lightfome Space Obfcure ; 
 And What th' Unlucky Owner meant to Grxce^ 
 Converted to an Indigefied Mafs. 
 
 Yes, Great a-JQmpis he cou'd Conftrue too, 
 And all his kf^ottji PalTages Undo. 
 
 Whence cou'd this Stroke, faid He, but from th« 
 Womb, 
 Some Younger Sprig of Old Socwusy Come? 
 It muft be fo ; We're in the Prelate^ Snare \ 
 
 Thefe Eyes Saw 'Deifi T vifit there ; 
 
 Satan Endeavours, by that fubtle Fiend, 
 The Prelate to his Purpofes to Bend. 
 Sirs, he moft certainly has fomewhere heard 
 That this Litigious Desk St. Louis rear'd ; 
 Thus, grown Polemical ^ He'll proudly think 
 To Drown us A^ with Deluges of Ink ; 
 
 Vaft 
 
74 BibileanV Lutrin. 
 
 Vaft Subfidies of Paper-Force heTl raife, 
 
 And make his Partizans find Means and Ways, 
 
 Now 'tis Our Duty timely to prepare, 
 
 And Ihnda refolute Defenftve War; 
 
 Confult Antiquity^ The Scholiafis fcan, 
 
 Let every Text be bolted to the Bran ; 
 
 Confider; Do's Aquinas nothing fay 
 
 O^ Desks ? None of the JF^^/^^rj lean that \fay? 
 
 I find this Argument will ask much 0/7, 
 
 Clofe Reading, Indefatigable Toil, 
 
 Then when -^^art^r^ kindles up the- Day, 
 
 And lights her Lamp, extinguifh'd in the Sea ; 
 
 Let every Man by Lots his Portion take, 
 
 And what our learned Doctors didate, Speak. 
 
 Struck with this uncxpeded Speech, they Stare, 
 And each pale Face betray'd Uncommon Care ; 
 
 Squab 
 
CANTO IV. 75 
 
 Squab Everard with mofl: Concern appear'd, 
 
 He Shov'd, and Prefl:, and Swore he rvou^d be Heard. 
 
 If at my Years, faid he, I turn One Page, 
 Or hurt with Books Thefe Eyes too weak with 
 
 May I, hke Thecj on Mufty Paper feed, 
 
 Turn Boohvorm, and be Bury'd 'ere I'm Dead 4 
 
 Let us, who know the Ufe of Living, Uve ; 
 
 Thy Meagre Bodj do's thy Soul Survive : 
 
 Go, Macerate what Fiefli remains with Books, 
 
 We are not fond of fuch mean haggard Looks j 
 
 What Others do fhall ne'er difturb Mj Head -, 
 
 1 neither Alcoran^ nor Bible read. 
 
 I know right well the price of College Hiy, 
 
 Or what Our Fanners every Quarter Fay, 
 
 On which good Vineyard there's a Mortgage made. 
 
 And what and how the Infrefi muft be paid ; 
 
 Twenty 
 
76 Boileau'j" Lutrin. 
 
 Twenty Large Hogsheads fill'd by my Command, 
 Rang'd Orthodoxly in my Cellar ftand : 
 Thefe are my Authors^ There my Studfs plac'd ; 
 By Them Inform'd, Subflantial Blifs I Tafte ; 
 And fmce All Kjiowledge in Opinion lies, 
 Can, when I pleafe, from thence be Warm and 
 Wife. 
 As for this Desk -, D'ye Think your Books will 
 Charm 
 The Monfier down ? Believe me, this Right Arm 
 More expeditioufly your Work fhall Do ; 
 The Gorgon without Latin Overthrow. 
 What ever docs offend me I'll Remove, 
 ThoM// the Fathers fliou'd the Desk approve : 
 Let us to Breakfaft, and our Sorrows drown ; 
 So Fortify'd We'll Knock the Monfier down. 
 
 This 
 1 
 
C J N T lY. 77 
 
 This Speech ; Supported by his Joliy plight, "j 
 (Plump as if Fed at Both Ends, Daj and Night^ ^ 
 Revives their Courage and their Apfetite* j 
 
 The Chanter, now recover'd from his Fear, 
 Rallies his Senfes, and Declares for War ; 
 Too long (He crfd) has that foul Cerb\us Head 
 Obfcur'd us with his * treble-crefied Shade. 
 Let's inftantly our fully'd Fame Reftore, 
 And fhow at once our Courage and our Fervor : 
 Yes, let us for this Work fffme Minutes Fafl: ; 
 This Done ; Meffieurs, We'll make a long Repafl • 
 A Brcakfaft which the Morn to Noon fhall join, 
 And Then but to a noblef Feaft Refign. 
 
 Up rofe the Chief, The faithful Cohort Charm'd 
 "With ih^k attracfing^QV^Sy hisS^f^/ Confirm'd. 
 Then to the Choir with fearlefs Steps they go, 
 And there Behold the bold ufurping Foe ; 
 
 ♦ T/j.' Desk Wrff 0/4 triangular form. /^^ 
 
78 BoileauV Luirm 
 
 At this, To Arms tumultuoufly they Cry, 
 
 And pour upon the Common Enemy ; 
 
 The Axis wov^ defends itfelfin vain; 
 
 What Force cou'd fuch Confed'*r/tte Powers (\i* 
 
 ftain 1 
 Each honours with a Blow his gallant Hand ; " 
 
 The Desk as bravely flrove their Rage to fland : 
 Firmly a while the Hjdra kept his Ground, 
 Till fome dire Hero gave a fatal Wound ; 
 Deep was the Cut, he ftagger'd with the 
 
 Blow, 
 And bowM beneath his unexpe6led Foe. 
 At Length for Want of liis great Mifter'*s Aid, 
 The tott'ring Lump with Odds is Overlaid, 
 
 So batter'd by tlie North, A Ruffim Od 
 Succumbs, Unequal to the violent Shock ; 
 
 Or 
 
C A N T IN. 79 
 
 Or So, Abandon'd by its Girding Wood, 
 Sinks an old Roof^ which had for Ages flood. 
 
 The Captive Boards in Triumph are convey'd, 
 And in the ViQ:or Chanter'^s Manfion laid. 
 
 THE 
 
8i 
 
 TH E 
 
 L U T R I N. 
 
 CANTO V. 
 
 O W had the Morn unbarrM the 
 
 Gates of Light, 
 And faw the Canons up, Surprizwg 
 Sight I 
 
 jiurora blufliM to fee her fclf out-fhone 
 By Florid Looks more ruddy than her Orv/f* 
 
 
 *jt 
 
 Brontirt 
 
82 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 ^ro?tti» to Sjdrac fpeedily repairs^ 
 And the Misfortune of the Desk declares ; 
 Old Sydrac wept for Joy at his fuccefsful Cares. 
 In filent Raptures Building as he flood 
 A Thoufand Law-fuits on the ruined Wood, | 
 The Touthful Sire grows vigorous and bolS*; 
 Age has no Ice^ and Winter has no Cold, 
 A fprightly warmth quickn'd his Tardy Blood, 
 His Veins recruiting with a brisker Flood. 
 Streight to the Prelate he betakes his Flight, 
 And with loud Clamour opens to the Light 
 The Melancholy Scene, and Crimes of Night. 
 
 The Prelate, grieving to be rouz'd fo Soon, 
 Impetuous Leap'd from his inchanting Down. 
 Gladly wou'd Gilotin his Stay detain '.'^• 
 
 With a two-handed Goblet of Cham^aigH ; 
 
 Thd 
 
CANTON. 83 
 
 The Grdceful Bumper y wont to break his Faft, 
 With pghted Smiles Now lures his Mafter's tafte^ 
 Vnmoifin^d and Vnblefs'ciy he Streight prepares 
 With Extricating Comb t' adjuft his frizl'd Hairs. 
 Twice did the Ivory break, and twice the Boxy 
 In hafty grapple with ConfedVate Locks. 
 
 So when Alcides Spun, Unbred to feel 
 A Weight fo light, he broke the S^hnwg-WheeL 
 
 Half-drefs'd he Goes. When lo ! before his Gate 
 An ardent Troop of Church-MilitU Wait. 
 Rcfolv'd, at their Affronted Lord's defire, 
 Unanimoufly to Defen the Choire. 
 But the grave Sire^ appealing to the Laws^ 
 Condemns a Projed Ufelefs to his Caufe, 
 For Future Fate^ Said He, we ought to look 
 In the Mjflerhuf SihjU^s SaCred Book. 
 
 G 2 Not 
 
84 BoileauV Lutrtn. 
 
 Not far her Cave ; Come on, and let's Submit 
 To what Expedient She pronounces fit. 
 
 All with One Voice the fage Advice approve, 
 And tow'rds the Bat the Holy Warriours move. 
 
 Her Den groan'd horrible, while Echo round 
 Doubles th' affright, as She repeats tlie Sound. 
 
 Amidil: thofe Gothick PilUrs^ which Support 
 The formidable Hall^ and awful Court | 
 
 Of Common Pleas ; a Famous Fabrick'*s rcar'd, 
 Ador'd by Lawyers and by Clients fear'd. 
 Here Fools and Knaves each Term in fhoals repair, 
 Thin'd with the Diet of Litigious Air. 
 Beneath a Hill o[ Briefs y Green Bdgs, and Scrolls^ I 
 Here every Morn a Hectic Sibyll howls. 
 Vain are tlie Tears oWr^h^nSy vain their Cries, 
 To that/c/.v/ Monjley, void of Ears and Eyes, 
 
 Caird 
 
CANTON. 85 
 
 Call'd Chicanry, in learned Modern ftyle, 
 Bulky with Ruin, and o'ergrown with Spoil. 
 While the wrong'd "Widow want ofjuftice mourns, 
 And the vex'd Air each empty groan returns ; 
 Pale Want and Famine^ like fome injur'^d Ghojl^ 
 Stalk o'er the Ground, and weep their Ti'eafures 
 
 loft. 
 Infamous Poverty, Devouring Care, 
 And Everlafting Toily and lean Defpair^ 
 And black Chagrin^ Compleat the Mournful Part; 
 The wretched OfF-fpring of her Curfed Art \ 
 Cafe-Books and Codes the Meagre Hag Confume, 
 And Dies her felf to dig another's Tomb ; 
 At every Meal, the hungry Furj Eats 
 Fair Palaces, ftrong Cafihs, Country Seats. 
 The bubbl'd Suitors at their Fate repine ; 
 Gull'd with Superfluous Reams for Solid C^i?!, 
 
 G J 
 
S6 Boileau'j Lutrin. 
 
 A Hundred times has Jufiice turn'd her Scales; 
 So oft her guilty Influence prevails. 
 InccfTantly from Trick to Trick ihe Runs ; 
 And fometimes, like an Orvl, the Day-light fhuqs. 
 Now, like a L)o^ Lafhing his dull fides, *> 
 
 She ftalks with fiery Eyes, and frightful Strides : j» 
 Now like a Serpent thro' the Herbage glides. 3 
 Long has the jufteft Monarch Strove in Vain, 
 .With Gordian Knots this Proteus to reftrain. 
 
 Jier Claws, by So rs clip'd, increafc in Strength? 
 
 "With Ink difcolour'd, and o'ergrown in Length. 
 J^ampxrts and Dykes of Law ^ too feeble Foes, 
 Jlefift th"* Invafion, but in vain oppofe. 
 y^iih Creeping Guile fhc Saps the Eafy Ground, 
 Or with High Torrent breaks th'Obftruding Mound. 
 
 Syeirac Salutes the Fiend, and bending low, 
 ■^ith diftant awe reveres her wrinkled Brow. 
 
 Then 
 
CJNTO V. 87 
 
 Then Tempting Gold difplays ; She with delight 
 Views the bright Scene, and dwells upon the 
 Sight. 
 
 When thus the Sire Contention^ Mighty Queen! 
 
 Unqucftion'd You o'er Kjf^gs and Pe^fants Reign. 
 Thro' Thee, Force ufelefs is, and L<irvs are weak ; 
 Statutes, like Cobwehsy You at pleafure Break. 
 For Thee the Hind Sweats at his drudging Plough ; 
 For Thee his Flocks are fleec'd, his Meadows grow. 
 For Thee he Yearly reaps his Golden Fields ; 
 To Thee his Rich Autumnd Labour Yields. 
 If from my Infant Years I've Thee ador'd, 
 And Seas of Ink on thy dread Alt ays pour'd, 
 Difdain not, Mighty Goddefs ! now to own 
 In his declining Years thy faithful Son. 
 Induftrious Fautrefs of Vexation, Hear, 
 And Anfwer an imploring FreUtt^s Pray'iv 
 
 e 4 VoK 
 
88 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 For on the Ruins of his Bright Renown 
 An envious Rival has advanc'd his own : 
 The Desk Deftroying, with a forceful Band ; 
 The Desk, late Re-erefled by our Hand. 
 Exhaufl: thy Fatal Knowledge in this Caufe, 
 Revolve the Books, Create Eternal Flaws, 
 And with D£daleany^ [Ics confound the Laws. 
 3Be to thy Darling Sons thofe Artsdifplay'd 
 ^^hich }^ue:,zli -[ Thewis in the R^ulcs Ihc tndde / 
 
 The Sihyllj wild with joy, thrice fhriekM aloud. 
 While her fwolnVifage glow'd with pois'nous Blood. 
 Convuifive Agitations rack'd her Breaft; 
 Full of the D^mon which her Soul Opprefi:, 
 Till in thefe Words the loud Tornado broke ; 
 And eas'd her laboring Bofom, as She fpoke. 
 
 My Friends, difmifs your Fears, You fhall replace 
 On the proud Chanter'' s Few that War-creating Mafsy 
 
 f The coddefs of f4i«. Arms 
 
CANTON. 89 
 
 Arms you muft take ; fo Fate Ordains ; To Arms ! 
 Prepare, My Sons, for glorious loud Alarms: 
 May long, long Suits Enfue, and Oh I Beware 
 Never on any Terms your Caufe Refer, 
 Let all AccornmodAtion be AbhorM : 
 Curft be the Slave who liliens to Accord: 
 Curft be theWretch that mentions but the Word. 
 
 She ftop't,and foaming breathM upon the Throng 
 The fame Dire Spirit late her Breaft had ftung. 
 From the Wild Hag, The Damons difengag'd, 
 Entred the Herd^ and like a Tempcft rag'd. 
 Headlong he drives 'em to the Deep Abyfs 
 Of LAWy unmindful of the Precipice. 
 Demurrers, Writs, Injundions, Outla'ry, 
 Errors, Eternal Bills in Chancery, 
 In each undaunted Champion's Front appear, 
 And obllinately Threat perpetual War. 
 
 All, 
 
90 BoileauV Lutrm. j 
 
 All, flufliM with fanfy'd Vidory, return ; 
 They quit the lefs'ning Ha^, and with new fury 
 burn. 
 Mean Time,the Canons Far from Noife and Care, 
 Indulge their Senfes with DeUcious Fare, 
 The Servants under Thirty Chargers Sweat, 
 And the full Board groans with the Sav'ry Weight, 
 Each Glutton hunts, and garbles out Nice Bits, 
 ^nd, as his Fancy dictates Dainties, Eats. 
 The Pafifs irritating Salt excites, 
 And kindles up their Thirlly Appetites. 
 When (Oh ! yncertain State of fluman Things/) 
 Light-footed Fame Unhappy Tydings brings, 
 Reports with trembling Lips and vifage pale 
 The OracUy and all its Dire DetAtl. 
 
 The Chanter^ warm'd with Mufcadine and Rage^ 
 Arofe, refolv'd the Frdate to ingage. 
 
 He 
 
CANTON. 91 
 
 He too the Sibyll will confult, and Try, 
 What is referv'd for Him in Defiiny, 
 
 Plump Ev'^rard the Deferted Banquet Mourns, 
 And Itin, with ftrong Defire of Feafting, Burns. 
 But the regretting Epicure They tear, 
 Born off by Numbers, to the Dreadful Bar. 
 
 Thro' Various Vsithsfilfli^ue and Dark, they Draw 
 Near to the Clam'rous Market of the Law. 
 At length They reach the Celebrated Ha/fy 
 Where Mercenary Tongues unweary'd bawl. 
 In Om'nous Black, like Friefis, Each Prober plys^. 
 And ferves his Client up for Sacrifice. 
 Here the fhop'd Sjre^js make a Bufy Show, 
 But get their Bread by what they Vend Beloiv. 
 Here crafty Btbltopole All Authors Sells ; 
 Wit, Learning, Arts and Sciences retails. 
 MingHng, without Diftintlion, Good and Bad j 
 Here Dryden^ Next him Ogilby is laid. 
 
 While 
 
92 BoileauV Lutrin: 
 
 "While Boyle in^ B Ij blended, well Accord ; 
 
 And Row and Settle grace one common Board. 
 
 The Chanter Now with formidable Noife, 
 Exalts his fhrill Ecclefiaftic Voice ; 
 
 Urging his forward way When OhDirc Chance! 
 
 The Prelate and his Myrmidons advance. 
 Each rugged Heroy with encountring Eyes, 
 His Rival's louring Front alternately Surveys : 
 Sullen and Dumb Difdainfully they Stop, 
 An Equal Madnefs Choaks and Swells 'cm up. 
 
 So two fierce BuUs^ who Rival-Paflions fharc 
 For fome lov'd Heifer^ Meditate a War. 
 With jealous Rage fir'd at each others Sight, 
 They quit the Pafiure and prepare for Fight ; 
 Bowing theirNecks,Each his curi'd Forehead fhakes, 
 While from their Blood-ftiot Eyes their inward Fury 
 
 breaks. 
 
 Ev^rard 
 
C /i NT y. 93 
 
 Ev^ardy by Botrude clbow'd, feund his Spleen 
 Began to Swell, and Stimulate within ; 
 To Bib no's ihop he bent his hafty Courfe, 
 A Cyrus feiz'd, and with gigantic Force 
 Th' unweildy Volume, at the Sexton threw ; 
 He politickly Judg'd it, and withdrew : 
 But hiding as it went, It Sj/drxc ftruck 
 Full on the Chefl: ; who Sunk beneath the Shock : 
 The Sire, by \ Jrtamene ioxo'di to yield, 
 Fell Brcathlefs,the firft Vidim of the Field : 
 His Friends with pain beheld his Overthrow, 
 And Sympathizing Felt Themfdves the Blow. 
 Now againft Everard twenty Champions dart, 
 And all refolve to batter down a Part : 
 The Canons their AfTauked Brother Spy, 
 And forward, to fuftain the Onfet, fly : 
 
 * Artmcfic thi Isame of Cyrus in ScuderyV l^mavce. Difcord 
 
94 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Vifcordy Triumphant in the turbid Air 
 Gave a loud fhriek, the Sigml of the W^fi 
 
 Now Nothing's heard but Clank and Warlike 
 Din ; 
 
 All Mingling, Enter Biblio^s Maga;^ine : 
 Poor Ev'rard Sinks beneath a Booky Show'r ; 
 Twelves, Quartos, Folios y and O^/fVos pour. 
 
 So when deftrudive Boreas Marches forth 
 With his Impetuous Forces of the iV(?r^/? ; 
 In Storms of Icy Rain he plows the Air, 
 Lays wafte the Fields and makes the Orchards 
 
 bare : 
 Throws down the blooming Honour of the Boughs, 
 The Promife of the teeming Year and Lab'ring 
 
 Gardner's Vows. 
 
 All 
 
All arm themfelves with Ammunition Books, 
 Cbflirafi theirBrows,andThreatcri with theirLook^s 
 One with vindiQive Hand light Durfy fhakes ; 
 Another, Wycherly more weighty, takes; ^* ^*'^-'- 
 A Third tore Wefily from the Dufty Wood;' 
 Where long untbuch'd the Mouldy Efic ftood:- 
 A- fourth Up-hcaves a leaden Bafftage high, 
 Stuft'^d with RMimcal Philofophy. 
 Lo, a tremendous Typhon Guards the Front, 
 
 With Enterprizing L ;'/ Name upon't. 
 
 Oh / had'ft thou, Mighty Nurfe of Dulnefs^ liv'd 
 I'th' bright Augufian Age, we had receiv'd 
 The B avian Works entire ; M^vius by Thee 
 Had been Immortal as f The Hollow Tree, 
 
 The Abfent Biblio^s Prentice drives in vain, 
 Their more than Gothick Madnefs to reftrain. 
 
 f A Comeij printed for B -d L 1. VolumCS 
 
^6 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Volumes "aloft, a Leathern Tempeft^ Fly ; 
 And Clouds of rifing Duft involve the Sky. 
 They Bruife for Bruife Exchange, and Wound for 
 
 , .Wpund, 
 
 <.■•■■■'■ 
 
 And Heaps of Books and Bodief raife the level 
 Ground. 
 Here Tuneful JValler on the Pavement lay, • 
 And near him QuayUs once more beheld the Day t 
 HtvcJrifiotle Flew, Defcartes There ; 
 The Heroes met, and ^ JoftPd in Mid- Air. 
 Numberlefs Books appeared this mighty Hour, 
 "Which fcarce were feen, or ever known before. 
 Here Pdrthemjfa and Cajfandra flew ; 
 Rom Antic Wehht did Real Stremth fubdue. 
 "John Dunton too was feen, A wondrous Sight I 
 To Duft retir'd, Re vifiting the Light: 
 And Towring the \ DeAd Juthor took his Flight. 
 
 Next, 
 
 * Defcartcs'f Thilofophy U founiei. on i^omrary Prindfles to Ariftotle'f. 
 f Dunroa vr'n Izntrsjrom hmfelj\(is Dsu^.^ 
 
CANTO V. 97 
 
 Next him, from its belov'd recefs is Torn.^ 
 
 An Englifh Chevreau^ dead as foon as born. 
 
 The Rites o'th* Church alone Unfhaken ftood, 
 
 And grinning fmil'd at fight of Vriefily Blood. 
 
 A Kjehle*5 Statutesy with Unfriendly Weight 
 
 Of crabbed Law^bruis'd G/r£>r's empty Pate. 
 
 When rough Jlctpfus felt a fudden Shock ; 
 
 Th' Ardim Tales his wounded Shoulder ilruck; 
 
 Indolent Sheets \ till now unus'd to bear 
 
 The rough Fatigues and barbarous Rage of War, ^ 
 
 Supinely in foft Dreams Tou laird the Fair, 
 
 Some lucklefs Hand afrefh Eliza throws 
 
 At Clotho's Head, and Smote him 'twixt the Brows ; 
 
 When, Strange effed 1 the brawny Prieft began 
 
 To Yawn and ftretch ; Lethargic Stiffnefs Ran 
 
 Thro' All the Magazines of Vital Heat ; 
 
 The Veins no more Life's quickning task repeat ; 
 
 M The 
 
pS Boileau'j- Lntrim 
 
 The ^StJ/i^rz/f^-fl^j Rhimes benumb'd his Breaft, i 
 And with Strong Opictts forc'd him down to Reft* 
 CleliiL wag'd AmAzomA» War Around, I 
 
 And bore down many a Hera to. the Ground, . J 
 'Twas by her Aid alone Gorillion's Name * 
 
 Rcap'd Glorious Laurels, and a D^athlefs F^jtie. 
 '^ Ten times by Her he fignahz'd his Arm, 
 And MurdVous bruifes dealt and Mighty Harm- 
 But to Stout FxbrPs Virtue all muft Yield j 
 fahri the foremofl Champion in the Field ! 
 Hatch'dofaStucdyC^^ye-fr^/-^^ Brood, 
 Nurtur'd i'th' Churchy And Cradle'd up in feud, 
 Robujl o^Body, And of Miffd as Hard, 
 No Danger his Intrepid Soul Debar'd, 
 And Equally for All Events prepared. 
 To Fight or Eat He never wou'd decline ; 
 Nor knew the Ufe of Water with his Wine* 
 
 * Clelia U in Ten Vohmis in FnncL -■ • *llS 
 
CANTO V. 99 
 
 His Single Arm Whole Squadrons Overthrew j *> 
 
 He Guibertj GrAJfet^ and Grangullet flew, ^, 
 
 Beau Gervafe, and infipid Guerin too. _>. 
 
 And now the Prelate^s Vanquifh'd Forces Fly ; 
 Renounce their Strength^ and On their Speed rely, 
 Fahri as fall purfues the Scattering Train, 
 Wounds 'em Behind, and Drives 'em o'er the 
 Plain* 
 
 So have I feen a Tim'rous flock of Sheep 
 Affrighted Run, and in their Hurdles Creep ; 
 When fome Fierce Wolf, the Louis of the Wood, 
 Attempts the Fold, to Feaft himfelf with Blood. 
 
 Or when Pelides fhook his Thundring Spear 
 On Xanthus Plains, the Terror of the War ; 
 The Ilidn Troops ftruck with Imperious Dread^ 
 Behind their Rampires in Confufion Fled, 
 
 H 2 Whea 
 
100 Boileau'i" Lutrinl.) 
 
 When thus, to finking Boirude^ Brontin Spoke \ 
 I fee, Illuftrious Sexto?}, in thy Look 
 Some Seeds of Ancient Prowefs: Gh my Friend/ 
 Let's to the laft Oar righteous Caufe defend. 
 What fhall 0ns Canon over Vs prevail, 
 And with his Single Weight thus turn the Scale ? 
 Shall it be faid One Warrior bore avi^ay 
 The Glory of the Cops and this Dccifive Day ? 
 No ; Never let that Envious Bablcr's Fame 
 Tarnifh the Luftre of thy Dauntlefs Name. 
 Come, and Behind my Screening Body ftand, 
 This Bajlion fhall fecure Thee from his Hand. 
 Here, At his Head Fair Jfra^s Works let fly ; 
 And may they prove as killing as her Eye / 
 
 Bcirude recall'd his Spirits to his Aid, 
 And with CoUeded force th' Advice Obey'd. 
 
 By I 
 
CANTO V. loi 
 
 By Brontin Covsr'd, Takes delib'rate Aim, 
 And at the Warrior darts the MiiTive Dame. 
 
 The tender Auth'refs Softem on his Crown. 
 And Guiklcfsof a Wound fell Feebl) down. 
 
 Ye Mifcreant Pair, faid Fabr'ty thus you fee 
 My Front rebates your foft Artillery. 
 Think ye, that I, who like a Caftle ftand, 
 Can fall, the Conqucftofa Female Hand? 
 Judge, if my Arm, with Mean exploits content, 
 Do's on it's EiTand fend an Imocent, 
 Lo ! here ! A Folio, fwol'n with Floods of Gore, 
 Shall Crown the Carnage of this Bloody Hour ! 
 
 With this. He Fox's Book of Martyrs chofc. 
 Four ill-joyn'd Boards the Coverture compofe, 
 
 H 5 Burrow'd 
 
1 02 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Burrow'd by Worms, and Edg'd with Iron round ; 
 And with an Old black Sheep-skin halfway bound. 
 No Silken Tyes it had, but at each Hafp 
 Hung by three Nails a Remnant of a Clafp. » 
 Firm as it Stood upon the bending Shelf, 
 No Humane Force cou'd Stir it, but Himfelf. 
 
 This Fabri feiz'd, and brandilhing on High 
 A-tiptoe Stands, and Guides it by his Eye, 
 Then at the trembling Slaves, half Dead with Fear, 
 Flings with both Hands the Thunderbolt of War, 
 And home it went. With One difaftrous Wound 
 "Both Heroes fell, and Meafuring Bit the Grognd. 
 Torn with the Nails, and Pounded by the Wood, 
 ThePavement fwam with gufhing Streams of Blood. 
 They churn'd the ^uft, and gnafli'd their Teeth, 
 
 and HowPd, 
 And down the Stair-cafe o'er each Other rowl'd. 
 
 The 
 
CANTO V. 103 
 
 The Pre/ate faw their Fall with ghaftful Eyes, 
 And fent toHeav'n a Scream that pierc'd the Skies^ 
 Struck back with Horror and Appall'd with Fear, 
 He curfes in his Heart the God of IVar, 
 With Silent Indignation he Retreats, 
 Yet ftill the Chanter in his Mind defeats. 
 Then rallying his lofl Spirits, Makes a Stand, 
 And from his Cajfcck Draws his Vengeful Hand, 
 Yes, faid the Mighty Chief,Tho' Armies fail, 
 Thefc Blejjing'giving Fingers fliall prevail. 
 
 Forward he moves,and upwards turns his Eyes^ 
 Then Stretch'd his Fingers forth in Holy- Wife. 
 
 Kneeling in heaps the Pajfengers Receive 
 The BemdiBions He prepares to Give, 
 With politic defign to turn the Rout 
 Upon his Foes, who durll not Stand him Out. 
 
 H 4 The 
 
104 Boilcau'j Ltt/m. 
 
 The Zealous Vulgar Force down All they Meet, 
 Nor will they Suffer One to keep his Feet. 
 
 Th' Out-witted Adverfe Hofl:, Confounded' 
 flare 
 At this unthought of Stratagem in War, 
 And dread the Storm approaching from afar. 
 Vainly the Trembling Chanter feeks for Aid 
 From his own Courage, or his Firm Brigade. 
 By Both Forfaken, He too now muft Fly^ 
 Or FaU before his Haughty Enemy. 
 ^The Confternated Troops Themfelves Disband. 
 tYet None Efcapes the fwift-purfuing Hand, 
 Driv'n on each others Backs, and fpur'd by Fear ; 
 Still Hangs the Conquering Finger on their Rear. 
 Fjv*rard^ in Hopes to hide his threatn'd Head 
 From Holy Infult, to a Corner Fled. 
 
 The 
 
CANTO V. 105 
 
 The "Watchful Fr elate faw his clofc Ketreat, 
 And Ihait March'd up, his Conqueft to Compleat. 
 Then Turning to the Right, he whccPd around, 
 And Blefs^d the frightn'd Champion to the Ground. 
 Thrice he Ere£ts his Rebel Head in Vain, 
 The lengthen'd Finger forc'd him down again. 
 Oblig'd to Kneel, becaufe the Moh\ fo near ; 
 And what he owes to Rev^ence Pays to Fear. 
 
 The Prelate to the Temple Makes his Way 
 To tafte the Fruits of this Vi6iorious Day. 
 
 The Chanter and the Canons too Return, 
 And Inly their defeated Project Mourn. 
 Vanquifh'd by Pious Fraud, in Crouds they Preft 
 Thro' the throng'd Doors, at once both MauPd and 
 B/ef, 
 
 THE 
 
I 
 
T H E 
 
 107 
 
 L U T R I N- 
 
 CANTO VI. 
 
 H I L E All Things thus to out-* 
 
 ward View Concur 
 To fan the Fire^ and carry on the 
 War ; 
 
 True Piety who long had lain Conceal'd 
 And to the * Jlps her exiPd Head reveal'd. 
 Deep in her Defart hears the Mournful Crys 
 Which from Lutetia*s diftant Walls arife. 
 * La Grande Chartreufe movg the Alps. Up 
 
io8 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Up rofc th' Angelic Form, for well She knew 
 Th' imploring Accents of her faithful Few, 
 The Heavenly Maid quits her Divine Retreat. 
 Faith leads the Way with Safe, Unerring Feet ; 
 Gay Hope Supports and Hands her m the Courfe, 
 While Charity Attends her with the Purfe. 
 Tow'rds the Parifian Gates her flight flie bent ; -^ 
 Where with a holy Confidence, the Saint 
 At Themis Feet prefers her juft Complaint. 
 
 Oh Virgin ! thou who doll my Shrines Support ! 
 Scourge of the Bad^ and the Good Ma,n's Refort ! 
 No human Paflion can o'er Thee Prevail ; 
 Nor ought, but Rights turn thy impartial Scale. 
 Shall I ne'er come to thy Salubrious Arms, 
 But thus in Tears and Sighs to give Alarms ? 
 
 %tc^it\ . *^^ 
 
CANTO VI. 109 
 
 Is't not enoughthat iadefpight of Thee 
 
 My Name's afTum'd by Vile Hjpocrify, 
 
 That her rapacious Hand fhall Seize my Due, 
 
 My CrozierSj Mitres and Tiara too ? 
 
 Muft I behold my Heritage laid Wafte, 
 
 My Vineyard made a Prey to each Wild Bcaft / 
 
 In Stormy Times, and when my Reign was young, 
 My God-like Sons, with Holy Ardor Hung, 
 Wou'd Face a Temped:, and, prepar'd to Die, 
 The Thunder of a Tyrant's Rage defy : 
 Soon as Baptiz'd, in Martyrdom expire, 
 And from the Font Run joyful to the Fire, 
 With my Infpiring Name their Souls were fill'd, 
 And only breath'd the Dodrines I Inftill'd. 
 To High Preferments call'd in Church or State, 
 True to myRulesthey fcorn'd the glittering bait, 
 Nor Mounted the World's Stage but with Regret. 
 
 Thofc 
 
no BoileauV Lutrm. 
 
 Thofe Hearts that did No Racks nor Tortures 
 
 fhun 
 Wou'd from a Mitre's profer'd Honour Run. 
 Fearlefs of Pain, and Toil, and Earthly Lofs, 
 Thro' Thorns and over Rocks they bore the Crofs. 
 in Vain did gaping Hell's Artillery play ; 
 Prcffing to Heav'n they forc'd their glorious Way« 
 But when the Church her Altars had Immur^d^ 
 With the Cementing Blood of Saints Secur'd ; 
 When Chriften'd Kings had Smooth'd her Stormy 
 
 Face^ 
 A Dangerous Calm Succeeded in the Place ; 
 A Slack Indifference Stagnated the Flood, 
 Deaden'd their Spirits and benumb'd their Blood, 
 The Ardor of their burning Zjd decreased ; 
 And lagging Faith tiieir load of Sins Confefs'd. 
 The Mortifying Monk grown Debonair 
 Shook off the A flies, and his Coat of Hair. 
 
 Th«J 
 
C/^ NTO m. Ill 
 
 The Prelate, by Intrigues prefer'd to Place, 
 High Living held to be Sufficient Grace ; 
 A Crofs and Mitre, painted on his Coach, 
 Virtue Enough to Silence All Reproach. 
 Humility to Stalking Fride gave Way ; 
 And in the * Frock's foul Greafe Ambition lay. 
 Th«i Difcord foon the Ties of Love Unbound, 
 And to my Sacred Cloyfters Entrance found. 
 There with my Wealth ihe Built her Strongefl 
 
 Forts, 
 Drag'd all my Subje£ls to Litigious Courts ; 
 In Vain my bending Knees her Steps prevent ; 
 Under my Banners March'd this Infolent. 
 Falfe Teachers next, in Numerous Crouds Arife, 
 To fill the Meafure of my Miferies. 
 Then Dangerous Herefies began their Reign, 
 And Execrable Maxims craz'd the Brain. 
 . ':l That 
 
 * free Jt. A Monk's Habit, 
 
112 Boiha,u's Lutrm^ 
 
 That 'tis Enough, to Dread the Pow'r Above, 
 And Servile Fear's prefer'd to Filial Love. 
 
 That God NecefTitatcs the Doing IIJ, 
 By prc-dctermining his Creatures Will. 
 
 That Reafon is the only Sovereign Queen, 
 And Faith no Evidence of Things not feen. ' ^ 
 
 Church^Chamfiom Me with formal Lips addrcfs, 
 And at my Feet for Abfolution prcfs. 
 Pure to the Outward Eye, but Foul Within^ 
 Place all their Virtue in ConfeJJiagSm, 
 
 ChasM by thefe Trait'rous Black Attempts,! fled j 
 Propitious Heaven my Exil'd Progrefs led, 
 Tofeeka Calm Retreat, a Halcyon Cell, 
 Where Deadly Colds and Freezing Vapours Dwell. 
 Thofe Hills with everlafting Ice Confin'd, 
 Where Winter never yet to Spring Refign'd. 
 
 Ev'h 
 
CANTO VI. 113 
 
 Ev'n There the News of my Misfortunes flew, 
 My Fears return'd, and old Wounds bled anew* 
 This Day too faithfully a Voice I heard, 
 Fraught with Difaftrous News I little fear'd. 
 That Temfle ; where a King of ^ Holy Name, 
 Devoted all his Toils, and Fruits of Fame, 
 Whofe Pompous Form, and Wealth Immenfe reveal 
 The flowing Grandeur of the Founder^ Zeal, 
 Lo ! now with LuxVy fill'd, and foul Debate/ 
 Boundlefs their Pride, Implacable their Hate. 
 Honour and Duty. Empty Sounds, are fled • 
 While Tyranny EreiEls her Hydra-Head, 
 And wilt thou, Siftery with indifferent Eyes 
 Behold their Malice, and my Caufe defpife ? 
 And jfhall this Tem^le^ to my Glory rais'd. 
 Where thronging Vot^rfs Once Ador''d and Prais'd; 
 
 I Shall 
 
 * Sfo Jt»OTis, Founder efthi Jloljf OuipiL 
 
114- Boilcm" s Lutr in. 
 
 Shall it bs fill'd with SMriledous War ? 
 For Combdtdnts the fiiameful Theatre ? 
 Oh No ! at length let thy fwoln Vengeance burft 1 
 Impunity too long their Crimes has Nurft. 
 Arife then, Themis^ fhake thy flaming Rod ; 
 Abfolve the Heav'nsj and Vindicate a God ! 
 
 Thus to her Siller fpoke the Plaintive Dame ; 
 Grace kindling in her Eyes ALthered Flame. 
 Themis AlTures an undeferr'd Redrefs; 
 With Cordial Speech thus Chearing her Diftrefs. 
 
 Dear, Holy Siiter, Thou whofe Ears and Eyes 
 Were Never fhut to Other's Miferies ; 
 But frill with thy Officious Helpful Hands, 
 Had ' wip'd away their Tears, and loos'd their 
 
 Bands. 
 
 Why 
 
CANTO VI. 115 
 
 Why doft thou Sorrow thus without ReUef ? 
 And give thy Heavenly Charms a Prey to Grief P 
 Swell not thofe Beauteous Eyes with CaufelcfiJ 
 
 Tears, 
 Nor Entertain Anticipating Fears. 
 What if thy lukewarm Subje£l's Ardor Cools, 
 Warp'd by a profp'rous Sun-fhine from thy Rules ? 
 On an Eternal Rock thy Church is built, 
 And Fortified with Blood of Martjrs fpilt. 
 The' Hell its firm Foundations fhould affaii, 
 Yet never fhall the Gates of Hell prevail. 
 Midfl: all the Show'rs of perfecuting Darts, 
 Thy Name ilill Cherifli'd Uves in Faithful Hearts. 
 Yes ; la this very Place, now up in Arms 
 To Crufii Thee, and Diflionour all thy Charms, 
 Thou ihalt Return ; Their fierceDebatesfliallCeafe, 
 The Storm be hufh'd, and all Compos'd to Peace. 
 
 I 2 . Lo, 
 
lid BoileauV Lutrin^"'^ 
 
 Lo, yon Vaft Dome, by Mortals much RevereM, 
 Where fuppliant Clients at aU Hours arc heard / 
 There fits a Matchlefs Man, and bears in State 
 My Honourable Furple'*s Pompous Weight. 
 For Me, his Valuable Health Impairs; 
 Nor does the lab'ring Sun fee half His Cares, 
 
 Arifius He — - 
 
 By HeAv'n and Heavenh Vicegerent juftly chofc 
 To Rule my BaUnce, and Difpence my Laws, 
 Now on my Throne, by Him confirm'd, I fee 
 7 he Bench redeem'd, and refcu'd Bar fet free 
 From Hoftils Arts of howling Chicanry, 
 Fair Truth invited by his friendly Aid, 
 Returns affur'd, and lifts her chearful Head \ 
 At foul ImPoflures Name fhe ihakes no mere j 
 But Triumphs o'er the Fiend fhe Fear'd before. 
 Inhuman Guardians now no longer dare 
 ?rey on the Orphan, and devour their Care. 
 
 But 
 
C A NT Ml. 117 
 
 But wherefore do I vainly thus Afpire 
 To paint the Man thou Knowft, and All admire? 
 Jrifius is thy Work, his Image thine^ 
 'TwasThou that Form'd him, like thy felf, Divine, 
 And brooding o'er the Infant's tender Shell, 
 Gave him in Spotlefs Merit to Excell, 
 Thy LelTons with the early Milk Imbib'd, 
 Are nobly in his Nervous Senfe defcrib'd. 
 liis Soul thus fir'd with thy QoeUjiinl Flame, 
 Ne'er made one bafe degen'rate Step to Shame. 
 His hardy Zeal, for Ufeful Adion made, 
 Ne'er rufted in the dark Monnjlic Shade. 
 
 Haftc, Sifter, and the Godlike Man addrcfs ; 
 His Op'ning Gates thy Prefence will confefs. 
 All know thee There ; for All thy Laws obfervc, 
 And ImitAte the pious Man they Serve, 
 One Glance from Thee will pierce his inmofl: Soul, 
 Which Love^ nor Fear^ nor Hatred can Controul. 
 
 Thy 
 
ii8 BoileauV Lutrin. 
 
 Thy Afped's Silent Rhetorick fhall gain ~ 
 
 What Earth-born Eloquence may Ask in ? vain. 
 
 Thus Themis fpoke. Her Sifter's ravifh'd Ears 
 Bleft the fweet Mufick that allay'd her Fears ; • 
 Then wing'd with Joy, Ihe to Arifius flies, 
 And Obvious to his InteJle^ud Eyes 
 The Gooidefs thus befpoke her faithful Friend ; 
 In vain thy Courage and thy Z^d contend 
 To Juftify my Caufe, and Rights Defend ; 
 If Impious Difcord ^ at thy Doors prefume 
 Thus to infult me and my Throne afTunac. 
 
 Within thofe Walls, once Holy and Renoun'd, 
 (Strangers to Every inharmonious Sound) 
 Poifon'd by Difcord\ ftimulating Rage, 
 Two mighty Fow'rs in adverfeArms Engage, 
 
 With 
 
 * 7ks Chapel w^ ncir Mr. LamoignonV Tdiice. 
 
 Mr. Lamoignon (the Ariftusof Boileau^ tf*t Premier Proficient} 
 t Place of Law and Equity too. 
 
C A NT VI. 119 
 
 With Cruel Feuds my Altars they Prophane, 
 While P/f/j exalts her Voice in vain. 
 Thou then, to whom th' Opprefs'd for Aid appeal, 
 Do Thou their fharp Religious Ulceis heal. 
 Save ik/<? from fplitting on thefe dangerous Shelves ; 
 S ave Themy Arifiusy Save 'em from Themfelves ! 
 
 She fpoke ; the Hero leaves, and finks in Air. 
 A while he lay in Exfajie of Prafr : 
 All cover'd o'er with Flames divinely bright, 
 He Own'd the lovely Virgin's Heavenly Light. 
 
 And DOW recover'd from the dazling View, 
 Convenes the Prelate and the Chanter too. 
 
 But, O my Mufe^ in this Sublimer Part 
 Jid my faint Spirit and Infpire my Art ! 
 Unequal I, to fing the Man, or tell 
 How by his Mighty Art fierce Difcord fell. 
 
 What 
 
120 Boileau'j" Lutfin. 
 
 What Godlike Cares, And what Herculean ToiU 
 He pafs'd, to Reconcile the Church's Broils. 
 
 Thou rather, who the mighty Cure AppIyM, 
 And broke their Stubborn Sacerdotal Pride, 
 Inform the lifl'ning Age what Wond'rous Skills 
 Suppl'd the Chanter"*^ Heart and CooPd his Zeal. 
 T/?<?«Know'fi-,by whatprevailingCouncel wrought, 
 "With his own Hands th' invidiousDf^^hc brought; 
 And how the Prelate, pleas'd with his Devoir^ 
 Soon fent it back and banifh'd it the Choir, 
 
 Speak Thou thefe Miracles ; I've done my Part, 
 And Spun out Eighteen Hundred Lines by Art. 
 Nor let the Man's Attempt be rafhly damn'd, 
 Who from a Simple Desk a Second Iliad fram'd. 
 
 Still burns the Mufe to fpeak the Hero's Praife ; 
 And with Thj Name Immortalize her Lays. 
 
 But 
 
CANTO VI. 121 
 
 But when fhe Meafurcs the Tranfcendant Height, 
 Her feeble Wings Decline the dangerous Flight. 
 The trembling Sounds are dafh'd upon her Tongue, 
 And Admiration interdicts her Song. 
 
 So in the famous Hall where Themis fways, 
 And re-inthron'd by Thee exerts her Rays, 
 A Youth, who fain wouM to the Barr proceed, 
 And from a Hearing-Counfel Call'd to Pleady 
 At length. Surrounded with BUck Gorvns and Fears j 
 The Aukward Wreftler at the Barr appears j 
 Entring the Lifts, his Wx^gm-Motion makes;- 
 But foon the Oil his fault'ring Tongue forfakes. 
 jf//)' Awful Prefence Thunder-ftrikes his Senfe, 
 And Difarrays his Puey Eloquence. 
 The blufhing Orator Attempts in vain. 
 The Thred of his Diftraded Speech to gain. 
 
 On 
 
I !2 2 Boileau V Lutrin. 
 
 On the Idfi "Word tenacioufly he Dwells, 
 
 And lengthens out the bafhful Syllables. 
 
 He Stammers, Paufes, Stops, and Specchlefs grown, 
 
 With Shame Opprefs'd young C/V^rc plunges down. 
 
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