They'll tell you There: I only act—sly Rogue!
To play with Cocky![211]—O! the doting Dog!
And howsoe'er an Audience might regard me,
One—tiss ye Nykin,[212] amply might reward me!
Let them enjoy the Jest, with Laugh incessant!
For True, or False, or Right, or Wrong, 'tis pleasant!
Mixt, in the wisest Heads, we find some Folly;
Yet I find few such happy Fools—as Colley!
So long t'have liv'd the daily Satire's Stroke, }
Unmov'd by Blows, that might have fell'd an Oak, }