To try the path where Shakspeare wont to tread;
If, with presumptuous wing, they dar’d aspire
To catch some portion of his sacred fire,—
Your critic pow’rs the vain attempt repell’d,
The flimsy vapour, by your breath dispell’d,
Expos’d the trembling culprit to your sight,
While Shakspeare’s radiance shone with doubled light.
From deep oblivion snatch’d, this play appears:
It claims respect, since Shakspeare’s name it bears;
That name, the source of wonder and delight,