Can this slow bungler cheat your sight? 10
Dares he with me dispute the prize?
I leave it to impartial eyes.’
Provoked, the Juggler cried, ’Tis done;
In science I submit to none.’
Thus said, the cups and balls he played; 15
By turns this here, that there, conveyed.
The cards, obedient to his words,
Are by a fillip turned to birds.
His little boxes change the grain: