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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.