With rhymers our Theatre’s always surrounded,
Whose Bellman taught lays set the house in a roar:
Common sense stands aghast, thunder-struck and confounded,
While Dullness brays out from its Gall’ry, Encore!
Then, big with applause,
Crack’s Scotch ell of jaws[14]
Sets forth a hoarse bawling, so purely divine,
That hydras or bears
Might prick up their ears,
And howl out in concert with Bards of the Tyne.