And a Month hence will not pay for the Tapers,
Spite of Jack Laureat and Monsieur Grabeu.
Bays thou wouldst have thy Skill thought universal,
Tho' thy dull Ear be to Musick untrue;
Then whilst we strive to confute the Rehearsal,
Prithee learn thrashing of Monsieur Grabeu.
With thy dull Prefaces still thou wouldst treat us,
Striving to make thy dull Bauble look fair;
So the horn'd Herd of the City do cheat us,
Still most commending the worst of their Ware.