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The sense of St. John, Fox, and Legge's your due,
OCCASIONED BY HIS
BY MR. STEELE,
When Pleasure's falling to the low delight,
laugh, As they feel wine, but when, till drunk, they quaff.
from Fate a lavish portion fell, In every way of writing to excell.
Your Muse applause to Arabella brings,
By your selected scenes and handsome choice, Ennobled Comedy exalts her voice; You check unjust esteem and fond desire, And teach to scorn what else we should admire ; The just impression taught by you we bear, The player acts the world, the world the player, Whom still that world unjustly disesteems, Though he alone professes what he seems.
But, when your Muse assumes her tragic part, She conquers and she reigns in every heart; To mourn with her, men cheat their private woe, And generous pity's all the grief they know; The widow, who, impatient of delay, From the town joys must mask it to the play, Joins with your Mourning-Bride's resistless moan, And weeps a loss she slighted when her own.
You give us torment, and you give us ease, And vary our affections as you please ; Is not a heart so kind as yours in pain, To load your friends with cares you only feign; Your friends in grief, compos’d yourself, to leave ? But 'tis the only way you'll e'er deceive. Then still, great Sir, your moving power employ, To lull our sorrow, and correct our joy.
AUTHOR OF CLARISSA.
BY JOHN DUNCOMBE, A.M.
Ip, 'mid their round of pleasure, to convey
Transported now to Harlowe-Place, we view Thy matchless maid her godlike tasks pursue ; Visit the sick or needy, and bestow Drugs to relieve, or words to soften woe; Or with the pious Lewen, hear her soar