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/67

 Ah! whither fled those happy Times of Peace, When idle Kings, dissolv'd in thoughtless Ease, Resign'd their Scepters, and the Toils of State To Counts, or some inferior Magistrate: Loll'd on their Thrones, devoid of Thought or Pain; And, nodding, slumber'd out a lazy Reign? No anxious Cares did nigh the Palace creep; But Day and Night was one continu'd Sleep, Except the Vernal Month, when Flora gilds The chearful Valleys, and the smiling Hills, When the loud North his Airy Rule resigns To gentle Zephyrs, and more peaceful Winds, Four Oxen drew with slow and silent Feet Th' unactive Monarch to some Country Seat. But