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Pale cares and anxious thoughts give way in hafte,
S O N G.
Her dear Philenis charms,
Diffolving in his arms.
What all mankind can give;
All grant, and all receive.
Who set by turns, and rise ;
His brother mounts the skies.
These nymphs by turns do reign,
The rising to sustain.
In each of them we read;
EPIGRAM TO THE TWO NEW MEMBERS
FOR BRAMBER, 1708.
HOUGH in the Commons House you did prevail,
Yet on good luck be cautious of relying,
VERSES MADE TO A SIMILE OF POPE'S.
HILE at our house the servants brawl,
And raise an uproar in the hall;
ON NICOLINI AND VALENTINI'S FIRST COMING
And ready at his call,
To raise the Theban wall.
Two Latian Signors come,
And prop Van's tottering dome.
Muft ftill remain unknown,
Bring neither brick nor stone.
EPILOGUE TO THE INCONSTANT:
OR, THE WAY TO WIN HIM: A COMEDY. BY MR. FARQUHAR. AS IT WAS ACTED AT THE THEATRE-ROYAL
IN DRURY-LANE, 1703.
SPOKEN BY MR. WILKS.
ROM-Fletcher’s great Original *, to-day
We took the hint of this our Modern Play:
* See, The Wild-Goose Chace.
With a gay soul, with sense, and will to rove,
Frown not, ye fair, to think your lovers may
cold hearts by fome unguarded way ; Let Villeroy's misfortune make There 's danger still in darkness and surprize; Though from his rampart he defy'd the foe, Prince Eugene found an aqueduct below. With easy freedoin, and a gay address, A pressing lover seldom wants success : Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, fits down, And wastes a ten years siege before one town. For her own sake let no forsaken maid, Our wanderer for want of love, upbraid ; Since 'tis a secret, none should e'er confess, That they have lost the happy power to please. If you suspect the rogue inclin'd to break, Break first, and swear you've turn'd him off a week ; As princes when they resty states-men doubt, Before they can surrender, turn them out. What-e'er you think, grave uses may be made, As much, ev'n for Inconstancy be said. Let the good man for Marriage Rites design'd, With studious care, and diligence of mind, Turn over every Page of Womankind;
Mark every Sense, and how the Readings vary,
PROLOGUE TO THE GAMESTER:
A COMEDY. BY MRS, CENTLIVRE.
AS IT WAS ACTED AT THE NEW THEATRE IN
LIOCOLN'S-INN FIELDS, 1704.
SPOKEN BY MR. BETTERTON.
IF humble wives
, that drag the marriage-chain With cursed dogged husbands, may complain; If turn'd at large to starve, as we by you, They may, at least, for alimony fue. Know, we resolve to make the case our own, Between the plaintiff stage, and the defendant town. When first you took us from our father's house, And lovingly our interest did espouse, You kept us fine, caress'd, and lodg’d us here, And honey-moon held out above three year ; At length, for pleafures known do seldom last, Frequent enjoyment pall'd your sprightly taste; And though at first you did not quite negleet, We found your
love was dwindled to respect. Some times, indeed, as in your way it fell, You stopp'd, and call”d to see if we were well. Now, puite estrang'd, this wretched place you lhun, Like bad wine, bus'ness, duets, and a dun.