The Taste of the Times

Lyrics

Some whim or fancy pleases every eye; For talents premature 'tis now the rage: In Music how great Handel would have smil'd T' have seen what crowds are raptur'd with a child! A Garrick we have had in little Betty— And now we're told we have a Pitt in Petty! All must allow, since thus it is decreed, He is a very petty Pitt indeed!