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Namur in vain expects that ray:
Should shine near William's fuller day:
station ; Nor cares for any foreign sphere : Where
fee Boileau's constellation, Be sure no danger can be near.
XIV. "The French had gather'd all their force ; And William met them in their
way Yet off they brush’d, both foot and horse.
What has friend Boileau left to say ? When his high Muse is bent upon ’t,
To fing her king-that great commander; Or on the shores of Hellefpont,
Or in the valleys near Scamander; Would it not spoil his noble talk,
If any foolish Phrygian there is, Impertinent enough to ask,
How far Namur may be from Paris ?
Of death, pikes, rocks, arms, bricks, and fire :
Déja jusques à ses portes
Your ode is spoilt; Namur is freed;
For Dixmuyd something yet is due :
Who neither fight, nor raise the fiege, The foes of France march safe through Flanders ;
Divide to Bruxelles, or to Liege. Send, Fame, this news to Trianon,
That Boufflers may new honours gain : He the same play by land has shewn,
As Tourville did upon the main. Yet is the Marshal made a peer :
o William, may thy arms advance ! That he may lose Dinant next year, And so be constable of France.
I. TI "HE merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrow'd name : Euphelia ferves to grace my measure ;
But Cloe is my real flame.
Upon Euphelia's toilet lay;
That I should sing, that I should play.
soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blush'd : Euphelia frown'd:
I sung, and gaz’d: I play'd, and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around
Remark’d, how ill we all dissembled.