Ah, all that from the bosom's depths sprang flowing, All that from shy and stammering lips has passed, Sometimes success and sometimes failure knowing, To each wild moment's power a prey is cast. Oft only after years, in credit growing, Doth it appear in perfect form at last. That will it have and ought to have it too. The presence of a gallant chap, revealed to you, I think, is also worth while being shown. So do be good, show you can set the fashion.
Men come to look, to see they most prefer.
And each will leave contented when the play is done. Ragout like this your fame increases. Easy it is to stage, as easy to invent. The Public still will pick it all to pieces. I see, neat gentlemanly botchery Is now a sovereign rule with you.