Wild Oats; Or, The Strolling Gentlemen; A Comedy, In Five Acts

As Performed at the Theatre Royal, Covent Garden

With a double respect for talents, and for misfortune, these remarks are begun.
The present comedy is written by O’Keeffe, who saw not the traces of his pen as he marked the paper; whose days pass away, uncheered by the sun or any visible object; but whose mind supports with resignation his bitter calamity, and is enlightened by imagination, whilst his eyes are shut in utter darkness.

Were each close imitator of an author’s style punishable by l...