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Judge then, if we who act, and they who write, 15
Should not be proud of giving you delight.
London likes grossly; but this nicer pit
Examines, fathoms all the depths of wit;
The ready finger lays on every blot;

Knows what should justly please, and what should

not.

Nature herself lies open to your view;

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You judge by her, what draught of her is true,
Where outlines false, and colours seem too faint,
Where bunglers daub, and where true poets paint.
But, by the sacred genius of this place,
By every Muse, by each domestic grace,
Be kind to wit, which but endeavours well,
And, where you judge, presumes not to excel.
Our poets hither for adoption come,

As nations sued to be made free of Rome :

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Not in the suffragating tribes to stand,
But in your utmost, last, provincial band.
If his ambition may those hopes pursue,
Who with religion loves your arts and you,
Oxford to him a dearer name shall be,
Than his own mother-university.

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Thebes did his green, unknowing, youth engage; He chooses Athens in his riper age.

PROLOGUE TO ALBION AND ALBANIUS.

FULL twenty years and more, our labouring stage
Has lost on this incorrigible age :

Our poets, the John Ketches of the nation,
Have seem'd to lash ye, even to excoriation:
But still no sign remains; which plainly notes, 5
You bore like heroes, or you bribed like Oates.
What can we do, when mimicking a fop,
Like beating nut trees, makes a larger crop?
Faith, we'll e'en spare our pains! and, to con-

tent you,

Will fairly leave you what

your

Maker meant you.

Satire was once your physic, wit your food;

One nourish'd not, and t' other drew no blood:
We now prescribe, like doctors in despair,
The diet your weak appetites can bear.
Since hearty beef and mutton will not do,
Here's julap-dance, ptisan of song and show:
Give you strong sense, the liquor is too heady;
You're come to farce, that's asses' milk,·

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Some hopeful youths there are, of callow wit,
Who one day may be men, if heaven think fit; 20
Sound may serve such, ere they to sense are grown,
Like leading-strings, till they can walk alone.
But yet, to keep our friends in countenance, know,
The wise Italians first invented show;

Thence into France the noble pageant pass'd: 25 'Tis England's credit to be cozen'd last.

Freedom and zeal have chous'd you o'er and o'er; Pray give us leave to bubble you once more; You never were so cheaply fool'd before:

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We bring you change, to humour your disease; 30
Change for the worse has ever used to please:
Then, 'tis the mode of France; without whose rules
None must presume to set up here for fools.
In France, the oldest man is always young,
Sees operas daily, learns the tunes so long,
Till foot, hand, head, keep time with every song:
Each sings his part, echoing from pit and box,
With his hoarse voice, half harmony, half pox.
Le plus grand roi du monde is always ringing,
They show themselves good subjects by their sing-
ing:

On that condition, set up every throat;

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You Whigs may sing, for you have chang'd your

note.

Cits and citesses raise a joyful strain,

'Tis a good omen to begin a reign;

Voices may help your charter to restoring,
And get by singing what you lost by roaring.

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EPILOGUE TO ALBION AND ALBANIUS.

AFTER Our Æsop's fable shown to-day,

I come to give the moral of the play.

Feign'd Zeal, you saw, set out the speedier pace;
But the last heat, Plain Dealing won the race :
Plain Dealing for a jewel has been known;
But ne'er till now the jewel of a crown.

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When heaven made man, to show the work divine,
Truth was his image, stamp'd upon the coin:
And when a king is to a god refined,

On all he says and does he stamps his mind: 10
This proves a soul without alloy, and pure;
Kings, like their gold, should every touch endure.
To dare in fields is valour; but how few

Dare be so thoroughly valiant,

to be true!

The name of great let other kings affect:
He's great indeed, the prince that is direct.
His subjects know him now, and trust him more
Than all their kings, and all their laws before.
What safety could their public acts afford?
Those he can break; but cannot break his word.
So great a trust to him alone was due;

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Well have they trusted whom so well they knew.
The saint, who walk'd on waves, securely trod,
While he believed the beck'ning of his God;
But when his faith no longer bore him out, 25
Began to sink, as he began to doubt.

Let us our native character maintain;
"Tis of our growth, to be sincerely plain.
To excel in truth we loyally may strive,
Set privilege against prerogative:

He plights his faith, and we believe him just;
His honour is to promise, ours to trust.
Thus Britain's basis on a word is laid,
As by a word the world itself was made.

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PROLOGUE TO ARVIRAGUS AND PHILICIA

REVIVED, BY LODOWICK CARLELL, ESQ.

SPOKEN BY MR. HART.

WITH sickly actors and an old house too,
We're match'd with glorious theatres and new,
And with our alehouse scenes, and clothes bare

worn,

Can neither raise old plays, nor new adorn.

If all these ills could not undo us quite,

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A brisk French troop is grown your dear delight;
Who with broad bloody bills call you each day,
To laugh and break your buttons at their play;
Or see some serious piece, which we presume
Is fallen from some incomparable plume;
And therefore, Messieurs, if you'll do us grace,
Send lackeys early, to preserve your place.
We dare not on your privilege intrench,

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