And perch, O horror! on his sacred crown,
If that such profanation were permitted
Of the bystanders, who, with reverend care,
Fright them away, till thus, retreating now,
And now advancing, they keep such a coil
With their broad vans, and beat the lazy air
Into so quick a stir, that in the conflict
His royal lungs are comfortably cool'd,
And thus he sups as Paphian monarchs should.—Cumberland.