Page:Boileau's Lutrin - a mock-heroic poem. In six canto's. Render'd into English verse. To which is prefix'd some account of Boileau's writings, and this translation. (IA boileauslutrinmo00boil).pdf/127

 Next him, from its belov'd recess is Torn An English Chevreau, dead as soon as born. The  o'th' Church alone Unshaken stood, And grinning smil'd at sight of Priestly Blood. A Keeble's Statutes, with Unfriendly Weight Of crabbed Law, bruis'd Girot's empty Pate. When rough Alcippus felt a sudden Shock; Th' Arabian Tales his wounded Shoulder struck. Indolent Sheets! till now unus'd to bear The rough Fatigues and barbarous Rage of War, Supinely in soft Dreams You lull'd the Fair. Some luckless Hand afresh Eliza throws At Clotho's Head, and Smote him 'twixt the Brows; When, Strange effect! the brawny Priest began To Yawn and stretch; Lethargic Stiffness Ran Thro' All the Magazines of Vital Heat; The Veins no more Life's quickning task repeat; The Errata