Note 19 — TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE LORD RADCLIFFE.[18]
Reading edition
These lines are quoted from Lord Dorset's address "to Mr Edward Howard, on his incomparable, incomprehensible poem, called, The British Princes:"
Wit, like tierce claret, when it 'gins to pall, Neglected lies, and's of no use at all; But, in its full perfection of decay, Turns vinegar, and comes again in play.