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/66

 Proudly they march'd beneath her thick Disguise, Safe in their Strength, secure from Human Eyes: While Discord's fiery Brands their Souls inflame, Who threatens here to Aggrandize her Name. Lo! with to Morrow's Light a Desk appears, The Joy of Factious, restive Mutineers. A Thousand Dangers on the Tumult wait! A Thousand Feuds foment the curst Debate! So Heav'n has written in the Book of Fate.

She spoke; Sloth, rising from his silky Bed, And leaning on one Arm his lumpy Head; While from his languid Eyes a Deluge ran, This broken Speech with feeble Voice began. O Night, thou stab'st me with this killing News? What new-born Plagues does active Hell produce? Still do the Furies throw their Fiery Darts? Still breathe Fatigue and War in Human Hearts? Ah!