Classic Poem

Justly a fav'rite, would he stoop to trace
The line that parts gay Humour from Grimace;
In merit various, pleasing various ways,
Droll Jack , I swear, might weary all my praise,
Did he not, oft' confine his vulgar aim,
To gross buffoon'ry, and a Gall'ry-fame;
But when, in matchless F EIGNWELL , he denies
All scenic truth, and glories in disguise;
When ev'ry masque, with ease, his features wear,
Modishly pert, or formally austere;
Perfection crowns each project he designs,
Unknown he triumphs, and conceal'd he shines.