To Lewis all things must yield, princes, nations, winds, waters.

In conclusion the poet addressed himself to the banded enemies of France, and tauntingly bade them carry back to their homes the tidings that Namur had been taken in their sight.

Before many months had elapsed both the boastful king and the boastful poet were taught that it is prudent as well as graceful to be modest in the hour of victory.
One mortification Lewis had suffered even in the midst of his prosperity.

While he lay before Namur, he heard the sounds of rejoicing from the distant camp of the allies.

Three peals of thunder from a hundred and forty pieces of cannon were answered by three volleys from sixty thousand muskets.