Yet lo! once more by frowning fortune crost,

He sees a battle, Breslau, Bevern lost:

Yet soon, that loss retrieved, the hero gains

Immortal glory on Silesian plains.

His active spirit still disdains repose,

Resolv’d to combat with stern wintry snows;

And through the regions of her cold domain,

To stretch the triumphs of the long campaign.

What praise, ingenious Holdship, is thy due,

Who first on porcelain the fair portrait drew;