Blown up with puff, and paragraph;
But, if they found him bad, they maul’d him.
On modern Dramatists they fell,
Pounce, vi et armis—tooth and nail—pell mell.
They call’d them Carpenters, and Smugglers;
Filching their incidents from ancient hoards,
And knocking them together, like deal boards:
And Jugglers;
Who all the town’s attention fix,
By making—Plays?—No, Sir, by making tricks.