War, he fung, is toil and trouble. Fighting still, and still destroying, Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe; The prince, unable to conceal his pain, Gaz'd on the fair, Who caus'd his care; And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, At length, with love and wine at once oppreft, The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe; Now ftrike the golden lyre again; A louder yet-and yet a louder ftrain; And roufe him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark!—the horrid found. As awak'd from the dead: And amaz'd he ftares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the fnakes that they rear, How they hifs in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Behold a ghaftly band, Each a torch in his hand! Thofe are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were flain, And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew: Behold how they tofs their torches on high, And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods! The princes applaud with a furious joy; And the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy, Thais led the way, To light him to his prey ; And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Thus Thus long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, While organs yet were mute, Timotheus, to the breathing flute And founding lyre, Cou'd fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire, At laft divine Cecilia came, The fweet enthufiaft from her facred store. With nature's mother wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown; He rais'd a mortal to the skies, The The JUGGLERS. By GAY. As recited by Mr. HENDERSON, at Freemasons Hall. A Juggler long through all the town Had rais'd his fortune and renown; You'd think (fo far his art tranfcends) The devil at his fingers ends Vice heard his fame, fhe read his bill; She fought his booth, and from the crowd. Is this then he fo fam'd for flight? Provok'd, the Juggler cry'd, 'Tis done. In science I fubmit to none. Thus faid. The cups and balls he play'd; Then Then bids it rain with showers of gold, But when from thence the hen he draws, Vice now stept forth, and took the place This magic looking-glafs, fhe cries, Each eager eye the fight defir'd, And ev'ry man himself admir'd. Next, to a Senator addreffing; See this bank-note; obferve the bleffing, A fecond puff the magic broke; Twelve bottles rang'd upon the board, A purfe fhe to a Thief expos'd; opes his fift the treasure's fled; She bids Ambition hold a wand; A |