And sure great Skeffington must claim our praise,
For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays,
Renown’d alike; whose genius ne’er confines
Her flight to garnish Greenwood’s gay designs;
Nor sleeps with ‘sleeping beauties,’ but anon
In five facetious acts come thundering on,
While poor John Bull, bewilder’d with the scene,
Stares, wond’ring what the devil it can mean;
But as some hands applaud—a venal few—
Rather than sleep, John Bull applauds it too.”