CAZOTTE TO A SUPPER-PARTY.
(1788.)
The coming Revolution? One and all,
I say you'll live to see it—and to die.
I see its red Aurora in the sky,
Gorgeous with blood; for all your heads shall fall.
Fair Duchess, flippant Marquess, you shall call
In vain for mercy.—You, gay sir, shall lie
Gagged in the cart.—The headsman shall untie,
Lady, those pearls, and make your head a ball.
And you, and you, and you. And as for me,
The Seer of Death, my end shall be the same;
Like him who on the wall thrice cried aloud.
‘Woe, woe, Jerusalem! woe, woe to thee!’
And fell headlong; while, wrapt in blood and flame,
The city died, and all its desperate crowd.
