If far fetch’d and dear bought give Trifles worth,
Sure you’ll applaud our Figaro’s second birth.
Nought of his present merit must we say;
Bear but in mind, OUR Day’s a Spanish Day.
Cupid, in warmer Climes, urg’d by the Grape,
Calls not each petty violence a Rape!
But oft his Votaries leaves intoxicate,
Hence Figaro himself is illegitimate.
Sanction’d by you, howe’er, this little Blot,
So much in fashion, will be soon forgot;