Some have expected, from our Bills to-day, To find a @3Satyre@1 in our @3Poet's Play@1. The @3Zealous Rout@1 from @3Coleman-street@1 did run, To see the Story of the @3Fryer@1 and @3Nun@1, Or Tales, yet more Ridiculous to hear, Vouch'd by their Vicar of Ten pounds a year; Of Nuns who did against Temptation Pray, And Discipline laid on the pleasant Way: Or that, to please the Malice of the Town, Our @3Poet@1 should in some close Cell have shown Some Sister, Playing at Content alone. This they did hope; the other Side did fear; And both, you see, alike are Couzen'd here. Some thought the Title of our Play to blame; They liked the thing, but yet abhorr'd the Name: Like modest @3Puncks@1, who all you ask afford, But, for the @3World@1, they would not name that word. Yet, if you'll credit what I heard him say, Our @3Poet@1 meant no Scandal in his @3Play@1; His Nuns are good which on the Stage are shown, And, sure, behind our @3Scenes@1 you'll look for none. |