And sure great Skeffington must claim our praise,
For skirtless coats and skeletons of plays
Renowned alike; whose Genius ne’er confines
Her flight to garnish Greenwood’s gay designs;[15]
Nor sleeps with ‘Sleeping Beauties,’ but anon
In five facetious acts comes thundering on,[16]
While poor John Bull, bewildered with the scene,
Keeps wondering what the devil it can mean;
But as some hands applaud, a venal few!
Rather than sleep, why John applauds it too.