CXXXIX
THE JUGGLERS.
A Juggler long through all the town
Had rais’d his fortune and renown;
You’d think (so far his art transcends)
The devil at his fingers’ ends.
Vice heard his fame, she read his bill; 5
Convinced of his inferior skill,
She sought his booth, and from the crowd
Defied the man of art aloud.
‘Is this then he so famed for sleight?