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/142

 That 'tis Enough, to Dread the Pow'r Above, And Servile Fear's prefer'd to Filial Love. That God Necessitates the Doing Ill, By pre-determining his Creatures Will. That Reason is the only Sovereign Queen, And Faith no Evidence of Things not seen. Church-Champions Me with formal Lips address, And at my Feet for Absolution press. Pure to the Outward Eye, but Foul Within, Place all their Virtue in Confessing Sin.

Chas'd by these Trait'rous Black Attempts, I fled; Propitious Heaven my Exil'd Progress led, To seek a Calm Retreat, a Halcyon Cell, Where Deadly Colds and Freezing Vapours Dwell. Those Hills with everlasting Ice Confin'd, Where Winter never yet to Spring Resign'd. Ev'n