Proud Austria humbled lay beneath his feet,
And Russia’s legions fled in swift retreat;
He saw the world, ambition swelled his heart,
He longed for all, nor cared to have a part.
So lost he all, insatiate from the first,
When his proud deeds like fire on Europe burst.
A soldier, statesman, Emperor, toute chose King,
Before nor since has lived so grand a thing.
He died in exile from his glorious France,
On lonely isle, his life a leaden trance;