Things that are fitted to their Ignorance:
You too are quite undone, for here’s no Farce
Damn me! you’ll cry, this Play will be mine A——
Not serious, nor yet comick, what is’t then?
Th’ imperfect issue of a lukewarm Brain:
’Twas born before its time, and such a Whelp;
As all the after-lickings could not help.
Bait it then as ye please, we’ll not defend it,
But he that dis-approves it, let him mend it.