So firm! so flexible! composed of steel
So finely temper’d—fit for tenderest Miss
To give her passion breath,
Or Kings to sign the warrant stern of death—
But their supremest merit still is this,
Write with them all your days,
Tragedy, Comedy, all kinds of plays—
(No Dramatist should ever be without ’em)—
And, just conceive the bliss,—
There is so little of the goose aboot ’em,