To-night, a Child of Chance is hither brought,
Who could be neither borrow’d, begg’d, nor bought;
Nay, so alert was said to be the Droll,
’Twas well affirm’d he was not to be stole;
But hence dispatch’d, back’d by Apollo’s warrant,
A messenger has kidnapp’d this Wag-errant;
Poetic Fugitive, has hither dragg’d him,
And, safely here arriv’d, has now ungagg’d him,
To plead before this Court, his whole amenance;
Where, should you sentence him to public Penance,