journal - reading hurry to the play. As to a masquerade, with absent minds,
they press, Sheer curiosity their footsteps winging; Ladies display their
persons and their dress, Actors unpaid their service bringing. What dreams
beguile you on your poet's height? What puts a full house in a merry mood?
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