While hoax’d Astronomers look up and stare

From tall observatories, dumb and dizzy,

To see a Squib in Cassiopeia’s Chair!

A serpent wriggling into Charles’ Wain!

A Roman Candle lighting the Great Bear!

A rocket tangled in Diana’s train,

And Cracker’s stuck in Berenice’s Hair!

There is a King of Fire—Thou shouldst be Queen!

Methinks a good connexion might come from it;

Could’st thou not make him, in the garden scene,