Let him mark all the letters that she will deposit,
And find her, and the hero, lock’d up in a closet:
Then quote Hamlet’s Ghost, but don’t tire yourself much,
Only make old Curmudgeon as stiff as a crutch:
Then such kneeling, and praying, together you jumble,
And you bring off your lovers so meek and so humble.
If you can attempt it—why bring in a poem,
And if you have talents, the rhyming will show ’em;
Thus, subscribers will croud in the bard-chearing roll,
And each critic shall think it quite fine on his soul.