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Whence Nassau's virtue can be try'd ;
No dire event could ever stay,
Pierc'd by their grief, forget thy own;
XXXII. Vanquish again ; though she be gone,
Whose garland crown'd the victor's hair : And reign, though she has left the throne, Who made thy glory worth thy care.
Breath'd to her king an useless prayer :
Relentless to their wishes prove;
The object of his grief and love ; VOL. I.
Her mind with thousand virtues stor’d,
Yet ought his passions to abate ;
XXXVII. She was instructed to command,
Great king, by long obeying thee; Her scepter, guided by thy hand, Preserv'd the isles, and ruld the seaa,
XXXVIII. But oh! 'twas little, that her life
O’er earth and water bears thy fame :
Receives its forms, thy virtues roll;
To heroes, when they yield their breath,
XLI. Alone XLI. Alone to thy renown 'tis given,
Unbounded through all worlds to go : While she, great Saint, rejoices Heaven;
And thou sustain'st the orb below.
In IMITATION of ANACREON.
LET them censure : what care I?
The herd of critics I defy.
young, Govern the numbers of
my song; All that they approve is sweet ; And all is sense that they repeat.
Bid the warbling Nine retire ;
Sur la Prise de NAMUR, par
les Armes du Roi, l'Année 1692.. Par Monsieur BOILEAU DESPREAUX.
Aujourd'hui me fait la loi ?
AN ENGLISH BALLAD, On the Taking of NAMUR by the King of
GREAT BRITAIN, 1695. “ Dulce elt desipere in loco."
I. and IT.
OME folks are drurik, yet do not know it::
So might not Bacchus give you law?""
Or Virgin of St. Cyr, you saw?
That oaks must come from Thrace to dance?:
And is there no such wood in France ?
If they a little breath should raise,
Or puff’d away the Monarch's praise ?
Pindar, that eagle, mounts the skies,
While Virtue deads the noble way :-
Where fordid Interest Thews the prey.
From reason far his transports rove: