Because we do not laugh at you, when leud,
And scorn and cudgel ye when you are rude.
That we have nobler Souls than you, we prove,
By how much more we’re sensible of Love;
Quickest in finding all the subtlest ways
To make your Joys, why not to make you Plays?
| We best can find your Foibles, know our own, And Jilts and Cuckolds now best please the Town; Your way of Writing’s out of fashion grown. |
Method, and Rule—you only understand;
Pursue that way of Fooling, and be damn’d.
Your learned Cant of Action, Time and Place,