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/35

 The Lord, Clown, Senator, Fop, Bully, Cit, Mingling in one vexatious Jargon fight; Round Themis every Standard they display, And in the Wordy War consume the Day.

The Fury raising then her baleful Head, O'er the Parisian Towers her Venom shed; Unshaken yet beholds one Church alone, But one, that Peaceful durst her Power disown. Sacred to pious Ease this Temple stood Unshook by Tempests in a raging Flood: Of all her numerous Sisters only she Enjoy'd an disturb'd Tranquillity.

The Fiend at Sight of this offensive Peace Grins horrible, she howls, her Serpents hiss; Then lashing her thin Form, strong Poison fills Her Mouth; with Vengeance her lean Bosom swells; Her