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/65

 There in a Cell he keeps his silent Court; Around him, luke-warm lazy Genij sport: Here One retires to knead the fat'ning Paste Which plumps the Canon's Cheeks, and swells his brawny Waste. Another the Vermillion grinds, to paint The jolly Looks of mortifying Saint: There Pleasure an observant Centry stands, Regardful of the Deity's Commands; While Morpheus pours continual Poppy Rain; (Tho' now redoubled Show'rs descend in vain.) Sloth at the Noise awakes. All-covering Night Relates the Story, and improves the Fright; Tells how the Prelate with Ambition fir'd T' Heroick Fame by new Designs aspir'd. Near to a Venerable House of Prayer, She saw Three Champions, who delight in War: Proudly