From the Author to a celebrated Methodist Preacher

HYPOCRISY's son! No more of your fun, A truce with fanatical raving: Why censure the stage? 'Tis known to the age, That both of us thrive by—deceiving.

'Tis frequently said, That two of a trade Will boldly each other bespatter: But trust me they're fools Who play with edg'd tools; So let's have no more of the matter.