See where his virtues still his life expose,
And smile defiance to surrounding foes.
The intriguing Saxon see him there[74] surprise;
Here from his arms the Imperial Eagle[75] flies;
Tho’ fortune frowns,[76] unknowing how to yield,
He drives, by proxy,[77] Russia from the field.
Now, farther prest, behold him still advance,
And pour destruction on the troops[78] of France;
Before his glitt’ring arms the Swedes retire,
And mourn pale Envy’s unfulfilled desire.