ON FIELD-MARSHAL SUWOROW. A DIALOGUE. A. THIS Hero, though delighting much in blood, Was yet a tender-hearted creature.-B. Good. A. Without remorse he slaughter'd Turk and Pole, But still his nerves were very weak.—B. Poor soul! 4. And he became a prey to grief, for why, His master frown'd upon him.-B. O fie! fic! A. Unkindness did his gentle heartstrings crack, And so the Hero came to an end.-B. Good lack! A. That one so valiant and so meek, is 't fit he Should go at last to the devil?—B. What a pity! ON F. W. THE KING OF PRUSSIA'S INEFFECTUAL ATTEMPT ON WARSAW. WHEN Frederic, when the Usurper turn'd With baffled arms and insolence abash'd, From fearless Warsaw's radiant walls, (For, crested with the Sons of Liberty, Then stood they fearless and secure,) No less than was that mount in Israel once, Where Angels rode in fiery guard Around the Prophet*. Ever such defence Be made for freedom, and usurpers Abated and confounded in their pride, As Frederic now! He, when he turn'd, Thus gave mad utterance to his spleeny mood: This royal merchandise of war "And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an Host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we do? And he answered, fear not; for they that be with us are more than they that be with them. And Elisha prayed, and said, Lord, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the Lord opened the eyes of the young man, and he saw: and behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha."-2 Kings, ch. vi. v. 15, &c. That wont to bring towns, cities, provinces, To kings for profit, is become A losing trade, or only serves to enrich My shrewder neighbours, they who fight In quarrels not their own, and wisely sell The lives, unprofitable else, Of their obedient multitude: but I, Cursed be the hour I did So, I Who had the wealthiest of the world my dupe, England, to pay me lavish hire For service ne'er peform'd, must needs, O fool! To this most perilous venture run On mine own credit: therefore am I made |