Quel bonheur d'eſtre nez au Siecle de LOUIS!
Admirons, Bourdelot, ſes exploits inouïs,
Que nous pouvons tous voir, que nous pouvons écrire,
Et plaignons l'avenir, qui ne peut que les lire.
I ſhould lament the condition of our deſcendants, if my own were not more to be lamented. They will live one day; they will enter the world out of which I am upon the point of going; and in which I am reduc'd to read over the King's exploits, without being allow'd to be an eye-witneſs of them, any more than they. 'Tis a great misfortune for a man to paſs away his life at a diſtance from his Empire: but then if Fortune had not baniſh'd me from it, I ſhould not have the happineſs to live in yours. You inſpire Paſſion in every thing that is capable of it; and Reaſon yields to you even thoſe that are paſt any ſenſe of paſſion.
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A
LETTER
TO
COUNT D'OLONNE.
I Know not why you ſhou'd admire my Verſes, ſince I don't admire them my ſelf; for I muſt inform you, that in the opinion of a celebrated maſter in Poetry[1], a Poet is always the moſt affected with his own Compoſitions. As for my ſelf, I acknowledge abundance of Faults in mine, which I might correct, if exactneſs
- ↑ Ariſtitle.
