Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . lication of my Vagaries, Chance hasthrown in my way only four Reviews, which have (asthey call it) criticised them ; they are, I am told, spe-cimens of various others. Three of them are (on thesubject of my brains) very complimentary; generallyin the vrong, and, perhaps, never in the right place ;if I may be allowd to suppose that I can boast aright place where true Criticism might bestow aeulogy. I exult not in their commendations; for I do not ADVERTISEMENT. 167 covet the praise of Shadows who are substantially stu-pid ;—of v
Poetical vagaries; containing An ode to We, a hackney'd critick; . lication of my Vagaries, Chance hasthrown in my way only four Reviews, which have (asthey call it) criticised them ; they are, I am told, spe-cimens of various others. Three of them are (on thesubject of my brains) very complimentary; generallyin the vrong, and, perhaps, never in the right place ;if I may be allowd to suppose that I can boast aright place where true Criticism might bestow aeulogy. I exult not in their commendations; for I do not ADVERTISEMENT. 167 covet the praise of Shadows who are substantially stu-pid ;—of venal pertness, nor of tasteless pedantry. These three, however, pointedly condemn me forlines that tend to the inculcation of Immorality. The Fourth (the Quarterly Review) damns me, intoto; as so indecent I ought not to be read, so dull Icannot be peruseM; as an Author, probably, unheardof, but by those who know something of the low Farce-Comedy Writers of the present day; &c. &c. &c. Enough, Reviewers! Good bye, ye Tilings / G. C, 17th June, VAGARIES VINDICATED; IIYPOCRITICK HYPERCRITICKS. : MONSTROUS! quoth Mrs. Foresight; Sister Frail,* Your Character is crackM, and growing stale ;* * In the Comedy of Love for Love, one Lady accuses another of incon-tinence; and the folio-wing sentences are extracted from their dialogue. Mrs. Foresight. To be seen with a man in a hackney-coach is scandal,ous.—You never were at the Worlds End ?— but, look you here, now?where did you lose this Gold Bodkin? Oh! Sister, Sister! Mrs. Frail. Well, if you go to that, where did you find this Bodkin ? Oh,Sister, Sister!—Sister every way. Mrs. Foresight. Oh, devil ont! that I could not accuse her, without be-traying MYSELF! See Act 2d of the above-mentiond Comedy. 170 VAGARIES VINDICATED. Boxd in a hackney-coach, you glide from home,< And (faugh !) to vile Intriguing-Houses roam. Nay answer to the Charge ; neer stand aloof; If you prevaricate, behold a Proof. Where did you lose this
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