This cant about posterity I hate; About posterity were I to prate, Who thenthe living would amuse? For they Will have diversion, ay, and 'tis their due. Asprightly fellow's presence at your play, Methinks should also count forsomething too; Whose genial wit the audience still inspires, Knows from theirchangeful mood no angry feeling; A wider circle he desires, To their heart'sdepths more surely thus appealing. To work, then! Give a master - piece, myfriend; Bring Fancy with her choral trains before us, Sense, reason, feeling,passion, but attend! Let folly also swell the tragic chorus.Manager
Take the whisk and sit down in the settle!
But now, without offense or jest! You cannot quickly, I protest, In winningthis sweet child succeed. By storm we cannot take the fort, To stratagem wemust resort.
But be it a brand new one, if you please!
Nay, such discourse, be it confessed, Is just the thing that pleases me thebest.
That is not fair!