“Of genius he ne’er had a ray;
Yet, all his faults to smother,
The youth inherits, from his sire,
A name which all the world admire,
And dearly loves his mother!”
Stripp’d of his adventitious aid,
He ne’er ten pounds a week had made;
Yet every Thespian brother
Is now kept down, or put to flight,
While he gets fifty pounds a night,