When, catching frenzy from thy page,
Immortal Siddons treads the stage,
The Fairies stern awhile refrain,
A while their scorpion lust restrain,
And, pleas'd, behold the scene of woe.
Uncertain, if our tears and sighs,
From true, or fancied ills arise;
But, ah! the sweet delusion o'er,
Again they steep their snakes in gore,
And bid our sorrows flow.