Why thus I dare presume to tease ye;
If you my wrongs should not redress,
We all must be in one sad mess![53]
The credit of our craft is waning,
Then rouse at this my sad complaining;
For, though my fate now seem the rougher,
Still you as well as I must suffer.
Behold! a rising Institution,[54]
To spread Perkinean delusion;
Supported in their vile designs,