And O! (what wonders we may live to see) Think COLERIDGE, mighty SHAKSPEARE, rivals thee! Let such dull loungers (if they rise so soon) At dry rehearsals spend their time till noon; To billiards stroll, or half asleep peruse The vague abortions of FITZGERALD'S muse; Then at ALBINA'S rout complete the yawn, With her blue-stocking friends, and gape till morn.
