Make ends meet

More closely view your patrons of the night! The half are cold, the half are

rude. One, the play over, craves a game of cards; Another a wild night in

wanton joy would spend. Poor fools the muses' fair regards. Why court for

such a paltry end? I tell you, give them more, still more 'tis all I ask, Thus you

will ne'er stray widely from the goal; Your audience seek to mystify cajole; To

satisfy them - that's a harder task. What ails thee? art enraptured or

Depart! elsewhere another servant choose What! shall the bard his godlike

power abuse? Man's loftiest right, kind nature's high bequest, For your mean