Kelway’s Sonatas who can bear?

Kelway’s Sonatas who can bear?
“They want both harmony and air;
Heavy they make the Player’s hand
And who their tricks can understand?
Kelway to the profound G[iardini]
Or B[ach] compared, is but a Ninny,
A Dotard old (the Moderns tell ye)
Mad after Handel and Corelli,
Spoilt by original disaster,
For Geminiani was his Master,
And taught him, in his nature’s ground
To gape for Sense, as well as sound.”

’Tis thus the Leaders of our nation,
Smit with the Music now in fashion,
Their absolute decisions deal,
And from the Chair Infallible,
And praise the fine, Italian Taste,
Too fine, too exquisite to last.
Let Midas judge, and what will follow?
A whis[t]ling Pan excels Apollo,
A Bag-pipe’s sweeter than an Organ,
A Sowgelder surpasses Worgan
And Kelway at the foot appears
Of Connoiseurs — with Asses ears!

Hymnal/Album: Originally titled: “Written in Kelway’s Sonatas.” This hymn appears in the ca. 1785 manuscript “MS Miscellaneous Poems.” This manuscript is part of the collection of the Methodist Archive and Research Centre in The John Rylands Library, The University of Manchester (accession number MA 1977/583/6). Accessed through the website of The Center for Studies in the Wesleyan Tradition, Duke Divinity School. Published in S.T. Kimbrough Jr. and Oliver A. Beckerlegge, eds., The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, vol. 3 (Nashville: Kingswood Books, 1992), pages 382-83.
Publishing: Public Domain