OF all men, thofe have reafon leaf to care
For being laugh'd at, who can laugh their Share:
And that's a thing our author's apt to use,
Upon occafion, when no man can chufe.
Suppofe now at this inftant one of you
Were tickled by a fool, what would you do?
'Tis ten to one you'd laugh: here's just the cafe,
For there are fools that tickle with their face.
Your gay fool tickles with his dress and motions,
But your grave fool of fools with filly notions.
Is it not then unjuft that fops should ftill
Force one to laugh, and then take laughing ill?
Yet fince perhaps to fome it gives offence,
That men are tickled at the want of fenfe;
Our author thinks he takes the readieft way
To fbew all be bas laugh'd at bere fair play.
For if ill writing be a folly thought,
Correcting illis fure a greater fault.
Then, gallants, laugh; but chufe the right place first,
For judging ill is of all faults the worst.