Spoken by Mr. WOODWARD in the Character of a fine Gentleman.
Enter---Speaking to the People without.
PSHAW!---damn your epilogue---and hold your tongue-..
Shall we of rank be told what's right and wrong?
Had you ten epilogues you shou'd not speak 'em,
Though he had writ 'em all in Linguum Græcum.
I'll do't by all the Gods !---(you must excufe me)
Though author, actors, audience, all abufe me!
To the Audience.
Behold a gentleman !---and that's enough !---
Laugh if you pleafe---I'll take a pinch of fnuff!
I come to tell you---(let it not surprise you)
That I'm a wit---and worthy to advise you.
How could you fuffer that fame country booby,
That prologue-speaking favage,---that great looby,
To talk his nonfenfe ?---give me leave to fay
'Twas low---damn'd low !---but fav'd the fellow's play---
Let the poor devil eat,---allow him that,
And give a meal to meafter, man, and cat.
But why attack the fashions?---Senfelefs rogue !---
We have no joys but what refult from vogue:
The mode bou'd all controll---nay, ev'ry paffion,
Senfe, appetite, and all, give way to fashion;
I hate as much as he, a turtle-feaft,
But'till the prefent turtle-rage bas ceas'd,
I'd ride a hundred miles to make myself a beaft.
I have no ears---yet op'ras I adore !---
Always prepar'd to die---to fleep---no mare?
The ladies too were carp'd at, and their dress,
He wants 'em all ruff'd up like good queen Beẞs!