Yet with talents like these, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art: Like an ill-judging beauty his colours he spread, And beplastered with rouge his own natural red; On the stage he was natural, simple, affecting 'Twas only that when he was off he was acting.

Others, in the shade of the wall, cackled when they saw a Son of the Red-Haired so beplastered and sopping.