The skilful Nymph reviews her Force with Care;
she said, and Trumps they were.
Now move to War her Sable
In Show like Leaders of the swarthy
first, unconquerable Lord!
Led off two captive Trumps, and swept the Board.
As many more  forc'd to yield,
And march'd a Victor from the verdant Field.
Him  follow'd, but his Fate more hard
Gain'd but one Trump and one  Card.
With his broad Sabre next, a Chief in Years,
The hoary Majesty of  appears;
Puts forth one manly Leg, to sight reveal'd;
The rest his many-colour'd Robe conceal'd.
The Rebel- that dares his Prince engage,
Proves the just Victim of his Royal Rage.
Ev'n mighty  that Kings and Queens o'erthrew,
And mow'd down Armies in the Fights of
Sad Chance of War! now, destitute of Aid,
Falls undistinguish'd by the Victor !