FREE THOUGHTS ON SEVERAL EMINENT COMPOSERS. SOME cry up Haydn, some Mozart, Or through the world with comfort go Or those old ante-queer-diluvians That lived in the unwashed world with Jubal, By stroke on anvil, or by summ'at, I care no more for Cimarosa, Be mine, if I can bear that Gluck! The devil, with his foot so cloven, For ought I care, may take Beethoven; I'll throw him Weber in to boot. To choose 'twixt him last named, and Winter. I shall not say a word to grieve 'em, THE END. |