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 All the Rocks in his way, Were but Puff-past and Clay, To those were seen, When great Eugene, Made his rugged Essay; Where no Storm nor Loud Thunder, this Wonder, Could ever from his Purpose cause to hault or stay: Tho' Watches, dispatches, And lying their Frying, His Youth did so decay, Sable Locks turn'd into Grey.

Then Latium give o'er, name Cæsar no more; Nor the Macedon, Whose high renown, Were so blaz'd on before; But let Glorious Eugene, That August Man of Men, Be sounded high, As far as Sky, Or the Globe can contain; For a braver, Or bolder, Good Soldier, Did never on the bloody Field maintain his Ground: Hell take those remove him, And here's to those love him, Drink, drink Boys around, And his Foes Pluto confound.