These were stuck upon Posts about Town July 19th

Now mourn immortal Shakespear, grieve to hear, Thy tuneful Muse offend each skilful Ear: Now wonder, why those bold majestick Strains, The toilsome Task of Years, thy rich Remains Desist to ravish!

And thou Great Addison, so much admir'd! The Theme of Ages! by the Nine inspir'd! How has thy sacred Shade not wept and pin'd, To see Great Cato and Sir Fopling join'd! To see a Wretch design'd for Farce and Pun Presume to speak, what daunted Sh— n! To see him lisp and amble, strut, and fleer; And redicule thy Morals with a Sneer! But shou'd he (which the Gods forbid!) once dare To dance Othello—By those Gods I swear, Tumultuous Peals of Oranges shall fly, Like Showers of Hail, srom an enraged Sky. Therefore we charge you Ophy C—r cease, Least we bestow you Birch instead of Bays.