In which alone stars govern human fates.
O that the stars (as some have feign’d) let fall
Bloodshed, and havoc, on embattled realms,
And rescued monarchs from so black a guilt!
Bourbon! this wish how generous in a foe!
Would’st thou be great, would’st thou become a god,
And stick thy deathless name among the stars,
For mighty conquests on a needle’s point?
Instead of forging chains for foreigners,
Bastile thy tutor: grandeur all thy aim? 1060