Sublime on high-heel’d shoes he trod,
When first he courted Lady Anne
In Goodman’s Fields, till then an unfrequented road.
As Hastings next round Pritchard’s waist he curl’d,
Or shew’d, in Drugger’s rags, an idiot to the world.
The list’ning crowd admire the lofty sound,
A present Shakespeare, loud they shout around:
A present Shakespeare, loud the rafter’d halls rebound.
With prick’d up ears
His May’rship hears;