And try it on the Stage;
There it will make much better sport,
And set the town in rage.
There beau’s, & wits, & cits, and smarts,
Where hissing’s not uncivil,
Will shew their parts to thy deserts,
And send it to the devil.
But, ah! in vain ’gainst thee we write,
In vain thy verse we maul;
Our sharpest satyr’s thy delight,