The fabled egg from thee obtains its gold:
Thou sett'st the mind from critic bondage loose,
Where male and female cacklers, young and old,
Birds of a feather, hail the sacred goose.
Even pious souls, from Bunyan's durance free,
At Sadler's Wells applaud thy agile wit,
Forget old care, while they remember thee—
Laugh the heart's laugh, and haunt the jovial pit.
Long mayst thou guard the prize thy humour won;
Long hold thy court in Pantomimic State;