XXXV. Her face with thousand beauties bleft, XXXVI. Yet ought his forrow to be checkt; She was inftructed to command, But oh! 'twas little, that her life O'er earth and water bears thy fame : Beyond where matter moves, or place From Mary's glory, angels trace. Wife Fate, which does its heaven decree To heroes, when they yield their breath, Haftens thy triumph. Half of thee Is deify'd before thy death. XLI. Alone XLI. Alone to thy renown 'tis given, In IMITATION of ANACREON. LET them cenfure: what care I? The herd of critics I defy. Let the wretches know, I write, Bid the warbling Nine retire; D E Sur la Prife, de Namur, par les Armes du Roi, l'Année 1692. Par Monfieur BOILEAU DESPREAUX. I. UELLE docte & fainte yvréffe Chaftes Nymphes du Permeffe, Je vais parler de Louis. II. Dans fes chanfons immortelles, Les chênes des monts de Thrace III. Eft-ce AN ENGLISH BALLAD, On the Taking of NAMUR by the KING of GREAT BRITAIN, 1695 "Dulce eft defipere in loco." I. and II. OME folks are drunk, yet do not know it SOME So might not Bacchus give you law? Was it a Muse, 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 ? Would that have spoil'd the Poet's fong, Pindar, that eagle, mounts the skies, - prey. Where fordid Intereft fhews the When once the Poet's honour ceases, From reafon far his transports rove: And Boileau, for eight hundred pieces, Makes Louis take the wall of Jove. |