The More Haste, Ever The Worst Speed.

Though By Whim, Envy, Or Resentment Led, They Damn Those Authors Whom They Never Read.

It Can't Be Nature, For It Is Not Sense.

Who Often, But Without Success, Have Prayed For Apt Alliteration's Artful Aid.

The Stage I Chose--a Subject Fair And Free-- 'tis Yours--'tis Mine--'tis Public Property. All Common Exhibitions Open Lie, For Praise Or Censure, To The Common Eye. Hence Are A Thousand Hackney Writers Fed; Hence Monthly Critics Earn Their Daily Bread. This Is A General Tax Which All Must Pay, From Those Who Scribble, Down To Those Who Play.

England A Fortune-telling Host, As Num'rous As The Stars, Could Boast; Matrons, Who Toss The Cup, And See The Grounds Of Fate In Grounds Of Tea.