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/140

 Those Hearts that did No Racks nor Tortures shun Wou'd from a Mitre's profer'd Honour Run. Fearless of Pain, and Toil, and Earthly Loss, Thro' Thorns and over Rocks they bore the Cross. In Vain did gaping Hell's Artillery play; Pressing to Heav'n they forc'd their glorious Way. But when the Church her Altars had Immur'd, With the Cementing Blood of Saints Secur'd; When Christen'd Kings had Smooth'd her Stormy Face, A Dangerous Calm Succeeded in the Place; A Slack Indifference Stagnated the Flood, Deaden'd their Spirits and benumb'd their Blood. The Ardor of their burning Zeal decreas'd; And lagging Faith their load of Sins Confess'd. The Mortifying Monk grown Debonair Shook off the Ashes, and his Coat of Hair. The