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/145

 Why dost thou Sorrow thus without Relief? And give thy Heavenly Charms a Prey to Grief? Swell not those Beauteous Eyes with Causeless Tears, Nor Entertain Anticipating Fears. What if thy lukewarm Subject's Ardor Cools, Warp'd by a prosp'rous Sun-shine from thy Rules? On an Eternal Rock thy Church is built, And Fortified with Blood of Martyrs spilt. Tho' Hell its firm Foundations should assail, Yet never shall the Gates of Hell prevail. Midst all the Show'rs of persecuting Darts, Thy Name still Cherish'd lives in Faithful Hearts. Yes; In this very Place, now up in Arms To Crush Thee, and Dishonour all thy Charms, Thou shalt Return; Their fierce Debates shall Cease, The Storm be hush'd, and all Compos'd to Peace. Lo,