Well, and art thou proficient in the rules?
Art thou a pupil? Is it thy design
To make our names contemptible as thine?
‘Old Nick, a novel!’ oh! ’tis mighty well -
A fool has courage when he laughs at hell;
‘Frolic and Fun;’ the Humours of Tim Grin;’
Why, John, thou grow’st facetious in thy sin;
And what? - ‘The Archdeacon’s Charge!’ - ’tis mighty well -
If Satan publish’d, thou wouldst doubtless sell:
Jests, novels, dances, and this precious stuff