And now had Victory crown’d the juster Cause,
And patient Virtue gain’d the fond Applause—
For even Virtue when it meets Success
Will Crowds Applaud, altho’ they love it less.
A Round was over, and our Soldier found
No Inclination for another Round;
But Shame compell’d and Hatred, and he flew
To end his work, and was successful too. 230
By one dread blow on his unguarded Side
Poor Joseph fell, and, “he is gone,” they cry’d.