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/146

 Lo, yon Vast Dome, by Mortals much Revere'd, Where suppliant Clients at all Hours are heard! There sits a Matchless Man, and bears in State My Honourable Purple's Pompous Weight. For Me, his Valuable Health Impairs; Nor does the lab'ring Sun see half His Cares, Aristus He By Heav'n and Heaven's Vicegerent justly chose To Rule my Balance, and Dispence my Laws. Now on my Throne, by Him confirm'd, I see The Bench redeem'd, and rescu'd Bar set free From Hostile Arts of howling Chicanry. Fair Truth invited by his friendly Aid, Returns assur'd, and lifts her chearful Head; At foul Impostures Name she shakes no more; But Triumphs o'er the Fiend she Fear'd before. Inhuman Guardians now no longer dare Prey on the Orphan, and devour their Care. But