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/85

E'er thou wou'dst suffer that ill-shapen Mass,
Aspiring so, to Lord it in thy Place;
Bold as a dying Martyr woudst thou come,
And gloriously Dispute thy hapless Doom:
Thy naked Body to the Nails expose,
And tender Head to the hard Hammer's Blows:
To Mummy bruis'd thou on the Spot wouldst die,
And worthless Life refuse with Infamy.
But while the Desk to thy Disgrace does rise,
In silken Chains Thee gentle Slumber ties.

Now two concluding Strokes the Work compleat,
And the Hinge turns on thy unhappy Seat.

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