VIII.
By the Doctor's fine Treble how well they are led,
Whose Expression all hearers admire;
O'er topping his Fellows at least by the Head,
So well he ennobles the Choir.
IX.
Altho' in the Choir he so Eminent stands,
Yet still ith' Orchestra he's greater:
With his Fiddle excelling the greatest of Hands,
So bountiful to him is Nature!
X.
With this he can irritate all that is quick,
(Such Pow'r have his Taste and his Tone!)
For he ev'ry thing moves but his long Fiddle-Stick,
None like him before was yet known.
XI.
So useful a Hand (without Doubt) was ne'er born,
For Concerts, Assembly and Ball;
He can turn to the Fiddle, Bass Trumpet, or Horne,
Yet equally great upon all.
XII.
For here his Expressions so full I must own,
We ne'er were so fiddled before;
But then his fine Taste, Execution and Tone,
Delight us a Thousand Times more.