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I go assured, my life, adieu;

If we should fall; but, if we live, Though thund'ring cannons rattle,

We live our country's glory. Though murdering carnage stalk in view,

'Tis true a doubtful fate, &c. When on the wings of thy true love To heaven above, &c.

$ 157. By the same.

SINCE by cutting of trotes all our glories in§ 155. By the same. THE fun 's descending in the wave,

Of war let us sing; because why it brings peace: I go, I go, my fate to brave:

Of hacking and hewing, in front and in rear, Ghosts of dead Yncas, now appear,

Of some kilt by the sword, and some dying through Shrick as ye come

fcar. Cold from the tomb,

Death alive! what sweet Naught'ring, and cutting, And see if Moniaco knows to fear.

and scars ! Oh Sun, iny fire,

Is it honour you 'd seek, won't you go to the wars? Lend me all thy noble fire:

Where Death his long scythe bathes in gore to Illia Muniaco to thy tomb,

the bilt, Oh Atabalipa foon fhall come;

And whips head from shoulders so clever, Cover mc with scars,

And where should you have the good luck to be Nought can controul

By my foul you 'll be living for ever! The dauntless soul,

That thall live among its kindred stars. The army 's drawn out, the confusion 's begun, IVhat is 't to die? to leave this clay,

While our aims thinc fo bright that they dazzle And breathe in everlasting day,

the sun; For robes celestial thake off dufi,

Oh ihe gloriaus sight! but the best of the joke, Among the blest

The devil a soul are we secing but smoke.

Death alive! &c.
From care to rest,
And emulate the virtues of the just:

Like a Wil-o'-the-wisp, while our bosoms it
Then, Sun, my fire,

fires, Lend me all thy noble fire,

See glory lead on, over bushes and briars; Illia Moniaco, &c.

Pals, begonc, hiccius dosius, juft like cup and ball, Adieu, ve friends ! vain world, adicu!

Now 'ris here, and now there, and now no where Bliss is for me, but woe for you ;

at all. While [, new born, shall go to find

Death alive! &c. The upper heaven,

That war is delightful then who can deny? You shall be driven

To be living for ever, ah! who would not die? Like scatter'd chaff before false fortune's wind. Your fame's up from the moment it puts you to Now Sun, my fire,

(head! I feel, I feel thy noble fire1 .

And you grow a great man by the loss of your Illia Moniaco, &c.

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$ 156. By the same. HARK the din of distant war, 11 How noble is the clangor! Pale Death ascends his ebon car,

Clad in terrific anger.
A doubtful fate the foldier trics

Who joins the gallant quarrel :
Perhaps on the cold ground he lies,
No wife, no friend, to close his eyes,
Though nobly mourn'd,
Perhaps, !eturn'd,

He's crown'd with viétory's laurel.
How many, who, disdaining fear,

Rush on the desperate duty,
Shall claim the tribute of the tear
That dims the eye of beauty?

A doubtful fate, &c.
What noble fate can fortune give?

Renown hall tell our tory

§ 158. By the fame. TT THAT once was a ploughman, 3 failor am 1 No lark that aloft in the iky

(now, Ever futter'd his wings to give specd to the

Was so gay or so careless as 1 : [plough, | But my friend was a carlindo aboard a king's ship, And he ax'd me to go just to lea for a trip;

And he talk'd of such things,

As if sailors wcie kings,
And so teasing did keep,

[deep: That I left my poor plough, to go ploughing the

No longer the horn

Call'd me up in the morn,
I trusted to the carfindo and the inconstant wind
That made me for to go and leave my dear behind'
I did not much like to be aboard a-fhip;

When in danger there's no door to creep out;
I liked the joily tars, I like bumbo and !lip,

But I did not like rocking about: - 3 P 3

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By and by comes a hurricane, I did not like that ;| Directed by the fife and drum,
Next a battle, that many a failor laid Aat: To where the work of death was doing;
Ah, crjed I, who would roam

1 Where of brave hearts the time was come, Thar like me had a home,

Who, seeking honour, grasp at ruin : When I'd low, and I'd reap,

[deep: Her very foul was chill'd with woe, Ere I left my poor plough to go ploughing the New borror came in every found. Where liveetly the horn

| And whisper'd, death had laid him low Callid me up in the morn,

(wind on the cold ground. Ere I trusted the cartindo and the inconftant)

With mute affliction as the food, That made me for to go and leave my dear be

While her woman's fears confound her,

With terror all her soul subdued, At last safe I landed, and in a whole skin, A mourning train came thronging round her: Nor did I make any long stay,

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The plaintive fife, and mufflcd drum, Ere I found by a friend, whom I ax'd for my | The martin

my The martial cbsequies difcnver ; Father dead. and my wife run away:

| His name the heard, and cried, I coine, Oh who but thyself, fáid I, halt thou to blame? |

Faithful to meet my murder'd lover!
Wives losing their husbands, oft lole their good
Ah why did I roain,

[name. Then heart-rent by a sigh of woe, When so happy at bomo,

Fell, to the grief of all around, I could fow, and could reap,

deep Where death had laid her lover low, Ere I left my poor plough, to go ploughing the On the cold ground!

When to fiveetly the horn

Call'd me up in the morn-. [wind, Curse light upon the carlindo and the inconstant

§ 160. By the fume That made me for to go and leave my dear be- (

W HEN I comes to town with a load of has. hind.

" Mean and lowly though I feem, Why if that be the case, said this very fame friend, I knows pretty well how they figures away,

And you hen't no more mindud to roam, While I whistles and drives iny team :
Gis a shake by the fift, all your care's at an eod, Your natry sparks, and falby dames,
Dud's alive, and your wife fafc at home! | How I do love to queer!

I runs my rigs,
Stark staring with joy, I lcap'd out of iny skin,

And patters, and gigs, Bufs'd my wife, mother, fitter, and all of iny kin; and places

or my kin; And plays a hundred comical games Now, cried I, let them roam

To all that I comcs ncar:
Who want a good home ;
I am well, so I 'll keep

[deep :

Then in a pet
Nor again leave my plough, to go ploughing the To hear them frci,
Once more shall the horn

A mobbing away they go
Call me up in the morn, . Swind, ("The scoundrel deferves to be horse-whipt:"")
Nor shall any damn'd çarfindo, nor the inconstant Who, me, ma'am:
E'er tempt inç for to go and Icave iny dcar be-

Wo, Ball, wo!
hind.

So to mind 'em ( nc'er feem,
But whistles and drives my teain!

So as I seems thinking of nothing at all,
$ 159. By the same.

And driving as fast as I can,

Ipins a queer thing againit the wall, POOR Peggy lov'd a foldier lad

'Half a monkey, and half a man ! More, far more than tongue can tell ye;

The mob came round him to put up his blood, Yet was her tender bosom fad

While he's trembling from top tu toc, Whene’er she heard the loud reveillez.

My wbip it goes spank, The fifcs were screech-owls to her cars,

I tips Ball on the Hank, The drums like thunder seem'd to rattle ; Ball plunges, and paints hin all orer with mod, Ah, too prophetic were her fears,

Queers his flockings, and spoils the beau ! They call'd him from her arms to battle.

Then the sweet pretty dear, There wonders he against the foe

Ah could you but hear, Perform'd, and was with laurels crown'd;

T“ Odds curse you, I 'fl make you know, you inVain pomp! for foon death laid him low,

“ fernal villain!" On the cold ground,

* Lord bless your baby face, I would not huis Her heart all love, her foul all truth,

your fpindle shariks for the world !'). That pone her fears or flight discover,

Wn, Ball, wo! Poor Peg, in guise a coinely youting

Jio to mind 'em I ne'er feem, Follow'd to the field her lover

But whistles and drives my team.

And

And so I gets the finest fun

The goddess of child-bed dispatch'd us a moon, And frisk that ever you saw;

To silver the shadow of night. Of all I meets I can queer ev'ry one

The queen of soft wishes, foul Vulcan's fair bride, But your geinmen of the law :

Leer'd wanton on her man of war; (guide, Though they cap scarcely pet me down,

Saying, As to these earth-folks, I'll give them a Says I, to their courts when I'm led,

| So the sparkled the morn and cve star.
Wh:re their tails of a pig
They hide with a wig,

From her cloud, all in spirits, the goddess up How many ways in London towa

sprung, They dresses a calf's head !

| In eniplis cach planet advanc'd ;'

The tune of the spheres the Nine Sisters fung,
Then every dunce

As round Terra Nova they danc'd.
To hear open at once,
Like mill-clacks their clappers go,

Even Jove himself cou'd not insensible stand, (* Oh that's t'he fellow I fair grinning through

rrining through! Bid Saturn his girdle fast bind: (hand, " the horse-collar in the country.'

The 'expounder of fate grasp'd the globe in his • 1 fancy you 're the fellow I law grinding through! And laugh'd at those mites call'd mankind. the pil!ory in London!')

From the hand of great Jove into space it was Wo, Ball, wo!

hurta, So to mind 'em ( ne'er seem,

He was charm'd with the roll of the ball, But whistles and drives my team.

Bid his daughter Attraction take charge of the

And the hung it up high in his hall. [world,

Miss, pleas'd with the present, review'd the globe $ 161. Song STEPHENS.

round, ONCE the Guds of the Greeks, at ambrosial Saw with rapture hills, vallics, and plains; .

(The self-balanc'd orb in an atmosphere bound, Large bowls of rich nectar were quaffing, | Prolific by suns, dews, and rains. Merry Memus among them appear'd as a guet, With Glver, gold, jewels, The India endow'd, Homer says the celestials love laughing.

Prance and Spain the taught vineyards to rear, This happend 'fore Chaos was fix'd into form, What was fit for cach clime on each clire the bea: . While Nature disorderly lay ;

And froedom fre found flourish d here. (ftow'd, While elements adrerle engender'd the storm,

Thae blue-cy'd celestial, Minerva the wise, And uproar ernbroild the loud fray.

Ineffably finild on the spot; On ev'ry Olympic the humourist droll’d, My dear, lays plum'd Pallas, your last gift I prize, So none could his jokes disapprove;

But, excuse me, one thing is forgot. He sung, reparteed, and some odd stories told, I Licentiousness freedom's defruction may bring And at lart thus began upon Jove :

| Unless prudence prepares its defence ; Sire,-Mark how yon matter is heaving below, The goddess of (apience bid Iris take wing,

Were it fetried 'e would pleasc all your court; And on Britons bestow'd common-lensc. 'Tis not wisdom to let it lie useless, you know; Four cardinał virtues the left in this ifle, Pray people it, just for our sport.

As guardians to cherish the root;
Jove nodded assent, all Olympus baw'd doivn, The blossoms of liberty gaily 'gan finile,
At his fiat creation took birth;

1 And Englishmen fed on the fruit The cloud-keeping deity (mild on his throne, Thus fed, and thus bred, by a bounty so rare,

Then annovac's the production was earth. Oh preserve it as pure as 'twas giv'n ; To honour their sov 'reign each god gave a boon; We will while we've breath, nay we'll grasp it in Apollo presented it ligbt ;

! And return it untainted to heav'n. (death,

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PROLOGUES AND EPILOGUES.

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§ 1. Epilogue to a Woman kill'd with Kindnejs, Laugh'd at a clinch, the shadow of a jest, 1617.

And cry'd. A pailing good one, I proteit!' A N honest crew, disposed to be merry, Such dull and humble-witted people were

Came to a tavern by, and call's for wine: Even your forefathers, whom we govern'd here; The drawer brought it (smiling like a cherry), And such had you been too, he swears, had poc And told them it was pleasant, neat, and fine The poets taught you how t'unweave a plat,

Taste it, quoth one ; he did : 0,6!(quoth hc) | And trace the winding scenes, taught you t'aThis wine was good ; now 't runs tou near mit the lee.

What was true fonse, not what did » ad likeyi.

Thus they have arm'd you 'gainst themselves ta Another fipp'd, to give the wine his due,

And said unto the reft, it drank too Mat;
The third said, it was old; the fourth, too new;

v. Made strong and mischievous fromwhat theywrite. Nas, quoth the fifth, the tharpness likes me not. You have becn Itely highly frafted here, Thus, gentlemen, you Ice how in one hour. With tivo grcat wits', that giac d our theatie.

der But, if to feed you often with delight, The wine was new, old, flat, Larp, sweet, and sour.

Will more corrupt, than mend, your appetite;

. He vows to use you, which he much abhors, Unto this wine do we allude our play ; [grave: As others did your homels ancestors.

Which some will judge too trivial, fome too You, as our guests, we entertain this day,

. 3. Epilogue to tbe Cuiler of Colemar-man, · And bid you welcome to the lett we have.. 23 Excuse us then: good wine may be disgrac'd,

Cool Spoken by the Pofon wło akci Cziter.
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COKLET. When ev'ry sev'ral mouth hath lundry talie.

METHINKS a vision bids me filence brek,

(Ithout bis peaks. $ 2. Prologue to in. Unfortunate Loomys. Spoken

"And some words to this congregation speak; at Black-Friars, 1643. DAVENANT.):

So great and gay a one I ne'cı did meet W ERE you but halt io humble to confels,. At the fifth Monarch's court in Coleman-ftreet.

! As you are wile io know your happineis ; But yet I wonder much, not to cha Our author would not griere to fee you fit

Biotherin all this court, c1'd Ziphaniah. Ruling with suci: unguiction il potv'r his wit: Biess me! what are we? H'lat may this place be? What would I give, that I could ftill preserve

For I beyin my vilion now to sec My loyalty to him, and yet deserve

That this is a mere theatre - Well then, Your kind opinion, by revealing now

If 't be e'en so, I'll Cutrer be again. The cause of that great storm which clouds his!"

. [Pnts on bis permir. brow,

Not Cutter the pretended cavalier ;
And his clole murmurs, u hich, once meant to you, For, to coníefs ingenuously bere
I cannot think or manncrly or true!

To you, who always of that party were,
Well; I begin to be resolv'd, and lot

I never was of any; op.and down My inelancholic tragic Tonsieur fret;

I rolld, a very rake-beli of this town. Let him the sev'ral harmless "capops use

But now my follies and my faults are endel, Of that all-daring tritic, callid lis Mule.

My fortune and my inind are both amcnd.d; Ver I'll inform you, what this very day,

And if we inay believe one who has fail'd before, Twice before witness I have heard him say, our author says he'll mend--that is, he'll writ: Which is, that you are grown exceflive proud;

no more. For ten times more of wit, than was allow'd Your filly ancestors in twenty year, V' expect should in two hours be given you here: 1 O 4. Prologue to Nero; 1675. LEE. For they, he swears, to th' theatre would coine, COOD plays, and perfect sense, as scarce are Ere they had din'd, to take up the best room;

grown There fit on benches, not adorn'd with mats, As civil women in this

d d lowd town: And graciously did veil their high-crown'd hats Plain finle is despicable as plain clothes, To every half-dress'd player, as he till As English hats, hone-lace, or woollen hore. Thro' th' hangings peep'd to see how th' house 'Tis your brisk fool that is your man of note; did hill.

Yonder he goes, in the embroider'd coat: Good easy judging fouis! with what delight Such wenching eyes, and hands to prone to ruffle, They would expe& a jig, or target tight; The gentecl Aing, the trip, and modish shufie: A furious tale of Troy, which they ne'er thought I Salt foul and flame, as gay as any prince ; Was weakly written, fo 't were strongly fuuglit; (Thus tagss and filks make up your men of sense.

* Beaumont and Fletcher.

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I'm told that some are present here to-day 11$ 6. Prologue to Alcibiades; 1675. OTWAY,Who, ere they sec, resolve to damn this play,

PNEVER did rhymer greater hazards run, So much would interest with ill-nature (way. J IN

I 'Mongst us by your severity undone : But, ladies, you, ive hope, will prove more civil, The

'Tho' we, alas ! to oblige ye have done most, And charm thefe wits that damn beyond the devil;

And bought ye pleasures at our own fad coft, Then let cach critic here all hell inherit,

Yet all our beit endeavours have been loft. J You have attractions that can lay a spirit. A bloody fatal play you 'll see to-night,

So oft a statesman, lab'ring to be good,

His honeity 's for treaton understood; I vow to God, 't has put me in a fright.

Whilst some false, flattering minion of the court The meanest waiter huffs, looks big, and struts, Sholin Gives breast a blow, then hand on hile he puts.

Shall piay the traitor, and he honour'd for 't. 'Tis a fine age, a tearing thund'ring age,

To you, known judges of what's sense and wit, 2.

Jour author (wears he gladly will fubmit: na nig cocs not crack the But there's a sort of things infest the pit, stage:

That would be witty spite of nature too, This play I like not now

And to be thought so, haunt and pefter you. And yet, for aught I know, it may be good,

, Hither sometimes those would-be-wits repair, But still I hate this fighting, wquids, and blood.

in quest of you ; where if you don't appear, Why, what the devil have I to do with honour !

Cries one-Pugh! D-n me, what do we do ( Let heroes court her; I cry, Pox upon her! All tragedies, i'gad, to me found oddlv,

Straight up he starts, his garniture then puts can no more be furious, than you godly.

In order, to he cocks, and out he struts

To th' coffee-house, where he about him looks: . Epilogue to Tyrannick Love: poken by! Spics friend; cries, Jack-I've been to-night at Ne!! Glen, aber de was to be carried ott cáa! th Duke's; by :be Beurers, 1672.

DRYDEN. The silly rogues are all undone, my dear,

I'gad! nor one of sense that I saw there.
To be Bearer. .

Cous to himself he'd repuration gather HOLD! are you mad, you damn'd confounded Of wit, and good acquaintance, but has neither. - dog?

Wit has indiced a stranger been, of late; I am to site, and speak the epiloguc.

'Mongst its pretenders nought so straoge as that. To ibe Audicitie.

Both houses, too, lo long a frißt have known, I come, kind gentlemen, strange news to tell ye; That coarfcft nonsense goes moft gribly down. I am the ghost of poor departed Nelly.

Thus though this trifler never wrote before, Sweet ladies, be no: frigorod, I'll be civil: Ye faith, he ventur'd on the common score : I 'm what I was, a little harmless devil; Since nonsense is to generally allow'd, For, after death, we fprites have just such na- He hopes that this may pass amongst the crowd.

tures We had, for all the world, when human creatures: And therefore 1, chat was an actress here, 1$ 7. Epilogue to Aurengzcbe; 1676. DRYDEN, Play all my tricks in hell, a goblin there, LA PRETTY talk! and to I told the fool, Gallants, lock to't ; vou fay there are no sprites; Whoneeds would undertake to please by rulc: But I'll come dance about your beds at nights; He thought that if his characters were good, And 'Faith you 'll be in a fiveet kind of taking, The scenes entire, and freed from noise and When I surprise you between fcep and waking blood, To tell you true, I walk, because I die | The action great, yet circumscrib'd by time, Out of my calling, in a tragedy.

| The words not forc'd, but sliding into rhyme, O poet, damnd dull poct! who could prove The pathions rais'd and calm'd by just degrees, So lenteless, to make Ncily dic for love! As'tides are swell'd, and ihen retire to leas; Nay, what's yet worse, to kill me in the priine He thought in hinting these his bus'ness done, of Easier-term, in tart and checlecake time! Though he, perhaps, has fail'd in ev'ry one. I 'll fit the top ; for I'll not one word say, But, after all, a poet must confess, T'excuse his godly out-of-fathion play ; His art 's like phyfic, but a happy guess. A play which if you dare but twice fit out, Your pleasure on your fancy mult depend; You 'll all be Nander'd, and be thought devout. The lady 's pleas'd, just as the likes her friend, But farewel, gentlemen; make haftc to me; No song' no dance ! no show! he fears you 'll say, I'm fure ere long to have your company.

You love all naked beauties, but a play. As for my epitaph, when I am gone,

He much mistakes your methods to delight, I'll truit no poet, but will write my own.

And, like the French, abhors our target Sight; Here Nelly lies, who, tho' the livid a flattern, But thote dumn'd dogs can never be i th' Yet dicd a princess, acting in St. Cath'rinet. ! right. * Her real character. The chara&er the represented in the play,

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