But should the weeping Hero now Her Face with thousand Beauties bleft; Yet ought his Sorrow to be checkt; She was inftructed to command, But But oh ! 'twas little, that her Life O'er Earth and Water bears thy Fame: In Death, 'twas worthy William's Wife, f Amidft the Stars to fix his Name. Beyond where Matter moves, or Place The Beauty of her Part'ner's Soul. Wife Fate, which does in Heav'n decree Is Deify'd before thy Death. Alone to thy Renown 'tis giv'n, Unbounded thro' all Worlds to go : While She great Saint rejoices Heav'n; Q ODE. Sur la Prife. De NAM U R. L' Année 1692. Par Monfieur Defpreaux de Boileau. I. Uelle docte & Sainte yvresse Chaftes Nymphes du Permeffe, Je vais Parler de Louis. II. Dans An English BALLAD, On the Taking Of NA MUR. Dulce eft defipere in loco. I. and II. Ome Folks are drunk, yet do not know it: Son So might not Bacchus give you Law? Was it a Mufe, O lofty Poet, Or Virgin of St. Cyr, you faw? Why all this Fury? What's the matter, That Oaks must come from Thrace to dance ? Muft ftupid Stocks be taught to flatter, And is there no fuch Wood in France ? Why must the Winds all hold their Tongue? Would that have spoil'd the Poet's Song, II. Dans fes chansons immortelles, Comme un Aigle audacieux, Si, dans l'ardeur qui m'infpire, La douceur de tes accords. III. Eft-ce Apollon & Neptune Et par cent bouches horribles L'airain fur ces Monts terribles IV. Dix |