A rack of pleasures, where we must invent
A something wherewithal to be annoyed.
Bards may sing what they please about Content;
Contented, when translated, means but cloyed;
And hence arise the woes of Sentiment,
Blue-devils—and Blue-stockings—and Romances
Reduced to practice, and performed like dances.
LXXX.
I do declare, upon an affidavit,
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen;