By men called criticism,
Came passing by that way:
"Rise!" cried the fiend, "behold a sight of gladness!
Behold the rival theatre,
I've set O.P. at her,
Who, like a bull-dog bold,
Growls and fastens on his hold;
The many-headed rabble roar in madness:
Thy rival staggers; come and spy her
Deep in the mud as thou art in the mire."