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Poetry.
POETRY .
PROLOGUE TO THE NEW COMEDY OF . THE WILL . AVRITTEN BY T . TAYLOR , ESQ Stolen hy Mr . R . Palmer .
No neAv offender ventures here to-night : Our present Culprit is a welt-known wight , Who , since his errors with such ease obtain A pardon , has presum'd to sin again . We own his faults ; but , ere the cause proceed > . . . , , , Something in mitigation let us plead . If he Avas found on FASHION ' S broad highway ,
There VICE and FOLLY were his only prey ; Nor had he in his perilous career E ' er put a single passenger in fear ; All his unskifl'd attempts were soon o ' erthrov / n , And the rash youth expos'd himself alone . Let us the objects he attack'd review—Unhurt they all their wonted course pur-- se [ succeed ,
„ , * ' Bards still to Bards , as waves to waves ' And most we find are ot ' the t Vapid breed ; ' A truth , perchance , ' tis needless to declare , ' For ah ! to-night a luckless proof may trlare . ' [ venal fury , Still L . A ' . vyjins strain their throats with Brow-beat an Evidence , or blind a Jury .
Still the HIGH GAMESTER and obedient Mate , Veil deep-laid schemes in hospitable state ; PitARo , though routed , still may Justice ' dare , [ share . Fine a few pounds , and many a thousand Still can our Bloods of Fashion , arm in arm , March six abreast , and meaner folks alarm ; Still saunter through Pali-Mall with callous
ease , _ [ please ; And jostle Worth and Beauty as they Still , drunk in Theatres , with savage ire Bid Sense and Decency abash'd retire I Or , more to dignify superior life , Cheat their best friend of money and of wife . If such the age , in vain my Satire toil ,, And her weak shafts must on herself recoil . As some may wonder Avhy our Author's
found Poaching for prey on this unusual ground—Why thus his old and fav ' rite haunt forsake , Familiar to each secret dell and brake—The simple truth at once we fairly own—Ki _ subtlest toils were in that covert known
The bushes he had beaten o ' er and o'er For some new quarry , but could start no more : Hence he resolv'd a vain pursuit to yield , And abler sportsmen left to range the field . Besides so mans- lenient trials past , Well might fie fear to suffer there at last . At length to this dread Court he trust , his fate
, Where mig hty Critics sit in solemn state : But , sure that Candour will assert her claim , [ name : He scorns to sculk beneath a borrow'd And since no bad intention sway'd his mind , Whate ' erthedeed , it must indulgence find ; Norshould a rigid sentence drive him hence . For here , al lea .-. t , it is his first offence .
Epilogue
EPILOGUE
TO THE SAME , WMTT-N BY M . P . ANDREWS , ESQ . Spohen by Mrs . Jordan . THE World ' s aStage—and Man has Seven Ages : _ [ Sages ; So Shaiespeare writes—King of Dramatic But he forgot to tell you in his plan ,
That Woman plays her part as well as Man . \ First , how her infant heart with triumph swells , py ' den the red coral shakes its iiiver belts ! bhe , like young Statesmen , as the rattle rings , [ strings . Leaps at the sound , and struts in leading-Next , li ' . tle Miss , in pin-a-fore so trim , With nurse so noisy- —with mama so prim—Eager to tell you all she ' s taught to
utter—Lisps us she grasps th' allotted bread and butter ; [ young , Type of her sex—tvho , though no longer Hold every thing ivith ease , except their tongye . A Schcol-girl then—She curls her hair in paper , ; ' tpours ; And m . ir . ics Father s gout , and Moiuer ' s va-¦
Tramples alike on customs , and on toes , di-. d zy . ; . y , vrr ail she hears to all she blows : ' Betty ! ' shecries , 'it comes into my head , ' Old maids grow cross because their cats are J ? ad ; ' My Gi . verr . ess has been in such a fuss ' About ' . he ccjth of her old tabby puss'Six w ; - ; i : s black stockings- —Ha ! ha . —
what a po ' . ber , [ iher !' ' 'Cause one old cat ' s in mourning for ano-The Cuitd of Nature— .. tree from pride and pomp , IRomp ! And sure to please , though nothing but a
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
PROLOGUE TO THE NEW COMEDY OF . THE WILL . AVRITTEN BY T . TAYLOR , ESQ Stolen hy Mr . R . Palmer .
No neAv offender ventures here to-night : Our present Culprit is a welt-known wight , Who , since his errors with such ease obtain A pardon , has presum'd to sin again . We own his faults ; but , ere the cause proceed > . . . , , , Something in mitigation let us plead . If he Avas found on FASHION ' S broad highway ,
There VICE and FOLLY were his only prey ; Nor had he in his perilous career E ' er put a single passenger in fear ; All his unskifl'd attempts were soon o ' erthrov / n , And the rash youth expos'd himself alone . Let us the objects he attack'd review—Unhurt they all their wonted course pur-- se [ succeed ,
„ , * ' Bards still to Bards , as waves to waves ' And most we find are ot ' the t Vapid breed ; ' A truth , perchance , ' tis needless to declare , ' For ah ! to-night a luckless proof may trlare . ' [ venal fury , Still L . A ' . vyjins strain their throats with Brow-beat an Evidence , or blind a Jury .
Still the HIGH GAMESTER and obedient Mate , Veil deep-laid schemes in hospitable state ; PitARo , though routed , still may Justice ' dare , [ share . Fine a few pounds , and many a thousand Still can our Bloods of Fashion , arm in arm , March six abreast , and meaner folks alarm ; Still saunter through Pali-Mall with callous
ease , _ [ please ; And jostle Worth and Beauty as they Still , drunk in Theatres , with savage ire Bid Sense and Decency abash'd retire I Or , more to dignify superior life , Cheat their best friend of money and of wife . If such the age , in vain my Satire toil ,, And her weak shafts must on herself recoil . As some may wonder Avhy our Author's
found Poaching for prey on this unusual ground—Why thus his old and fav ' rite haunt forsake , Familiar to each secret dell and brake—The simple truth at once we fairly own—Ki _ subtlest toils were in that covert known
The bushes he had beaten o ' er and o'er For some new quarry , but could start no more : Hence he resolv'd a vain pursuit to yield , And abler sportsmen left to range the field . Besides so mans- lenient trials past , Well might fie fear to suffer there at last . At length to this dread Court he trust , his fate
, Where mig hty Critics sit in solemn state : But , sure that Candour will assert her claim , [ name : He scorns to sculk beneath a borrow'd And since no bad intention sway'd his mind , Whate ' erthedeed , it must indulgence find ; Norshould a rigid sentence drive him hence . For here , al lea .-. t , it is his first offence .
Epilogue
EPILOGUE
TO THE SAME , WMTT-N BY M . P . ANDREWS , ESQ . Spohen by Mrs . Jordan . THE World ' s aStage—and Man has Seven Ages : _ [ Sages ; So Shaiespeare writes—King of Dramatic But he forgot to tell you in his plan ,
That Woman plays her part as well as Man . \ First , how her infant heart with triumph swells , py ' den the red coral shakes its iiiver belts ! bhe , like young Statesmen , as the rattle rings , [ strings . Leaps at the sound , and struts in leading-Next , li ' . tle Miss , in pin-a-fore so trim , With nurse so noisy- —with mama so prim—Eager to tell you all she ' s taught to
utter—Lisps us she grasps th' allotted bread and butter ; [ young , Type of her sex—tvho , though no longer Hold every thing ivith ease , except their tongye . A Schcol-girl then—She curls her hair in paper , ; ' tpours ; And m . ir . ics Father s gout , and Moiuer ' s va-¦
Tramples alike on customs , and on toes , di-. d zy . ; . y , vrr ail she hears to all she blows : ' Betty ! ' shecries , 'it comes into my head , ' Old maids grow cross because their cats are J ? ad ; ' My Gi . verr . ess has been in such a fuss ' About ' . he ccjth of her old tabby puss'Six w ; - ; i : s black stockings- —Ha ! ha . —
what a po ' . ber , [ iher !' ' 'Cause one old cat ' s in mourning for ano-The Cuitd of Nature— .. tree from pride and pomp , IRomp ! And sure to please , though nothing but a