When first the Wanton on the town appears, Her novel charms the giddy publick chears; Their longing eyes the secret wish impart, Ev'n wary Prudence hugs her — in his heart. But meretricious, prostitute, and stale, The publick loaths her, like a twice-told tale.
Thus Peter Pindar, and his Muse of fire, We all (while charm'd with novelty) admire; Each rapid reader approbation shews, Ev'n Loyalty itself can yield applause, But now Scurrility and Wit combine, An hateful catch-penny in every line.