Mr. D'Urfey has but a low genius, and yet some of his Farces would make a body laugh. He has written considerably in his time, and there are few Authors have been more diverting. Yes, D'Urfey,
Thou canst play, thou canst sing,
To a Mayor, or a King.
Tho' thy luck on the Stage is so scurvy;
Such a Beau, such a Face,
Such a Voice to disgrace,
Such a Mien — 'tis the De'il, Mr. D'Urfey.