The Stage should yield the solemn Organ's note,
And Scripture tremble in the Eunuch's throat.
Let Senesino sing, what David writ,
And Hallelujahs charm the pious pit.
Eager in throngs the town to Hester came,
And Oratorio was a lucky name.
Thou, Heeideggre! the English taste has found,
And rul'st the mob of quality with sound.
In Lent, if Masquerades displease the town,
Call 'em Ridotto's, and they still go down: