The rival Romeos that sought renown,
By holding out, to tire each other down;
The Scrub right conscious of his well-chalk’d face;
While bursts of laughter echo’d round the place;
The timid Juliet’s side-long looks of love,
The critic’s glance, who would those looks reprove:
These were thy charms, sweet playhouse, joys like these,
With quick succession taught e’en Rich to please.
These round the theatre alternate shed
Laughter and tears—but all these charms are fled.