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/44

 Illustrious Partners of my long Fatigues, You sole Supporters of my Pious Leagues; By whose Assistance I at last am made Of a Mad Chapter the exalted Head. To your incessant Services I own All the rich Honours that imboss my Gown; And can you unconcern'd with equal Eyes, Behold my Rival, and confirm his Joys? Must I, the Creature of your Wisdom, fall A Sacrifice to that proud Chanting Baal? Will you my Cause, and your own Right deny? Can you and angry Heaven stand Neuter by? (This Morn a sacred Vision I beheld; A Deity these fatal Truths reveal'd.) Yes, he has seiz'd the Fruits of all my Toil, And insolently glories in the Spoil: He