Extempore Epigram, An

In Answer to a Witling's Attack upon Mr. M AHOON'S playing Macheath at Covent Garden .

I.

Peace, witling Scribbler — Johnny Gay
Was candid and sincere,
M AHOON has Merit — likes us well —
Regaling Eye and Ear.

II.

I fear you croak your own sad Fate,
" A Gibbet! " — stop your Lay;
Or speedy Execution waits,
A Snarler of the Day!
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