And when you frown, Lord, how you kill the whiles!
Or else to rally up the Sins of th’ Age,
And bring each Fop in Town upon the Stage;
And in one Prologue run more Vices o’er,
Than either Court or City knew before:
Ah! that’s a Wonder which will please you too,
But my Commission’s not to please you now.
First then for you grave Dons, who love no Play
But what is regular, [Great Johnson’s way];
Who hate the Monsieur with the Farce and Droll,