Will think their Laureate hath fulfilled his duty,
His labour of most loyal love, discreetly.
Compliments delicate, piled not sickly-sweetly,
Like washy Warton's, nor so loud thrasonical—
Like Glorious John's—that they sound half ironical!
'Tis hard indeed for loyal love to hit
The medium just 'twixt sentiment and wit——
[Toby barks, and a mellifluous voice soundeth, courteously intervenient, as two splendid Shades steal silently through the verdurous shadows.
First Voice. But you have hit it, never-missing-One!
Second Voice. For fulsome twaddle finds best check in Fun!