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Detefted thought! It paints a parting fcene, 
And proves our pleafures but a traniient dream, 
Tho’ Fame to \Afia’s fhore for laurels {pdd, 
And twines them round our Habella’s head ; 
Tho’ Frederick, Aere, has Rofcius’ fires renew’d, 
* And we; imhim, a fecond Garrick view’d; 
Tho’ Felix with fuch energy complains, 
And tells his love in fuch pathetic ftrains; 
Nay, did fo meltingly for pardon fue, 
One almoft with’d the fweet delufion true : 
Tho’ to our fprightly Colonel’s tafte, you I-now, 
My ftage, my {cenes, and all that’s here I owe; 
Save thefe Aonian Nymphs—for whom I bend 
To Ifabella’s ail-accomplifh’d friend : 
Tho’ at Liffardo’s birth Thalia fmil’d, 
And own’d him for her lov’d and favourite child ; 
Tho’ Flora, sere, and Inis fcold and cry, 
Till laughter fits in each deholder’s eye; 
Tho’ Lopez and Don Pedro, in good truth, 
Have age’s wifdom blended with their youth ; 
Tho’ Violante’s trueft fmites appear, - 
When focial Mirth and_partial friends are here; 
Yet *tis a fa&k—and fure this is “« THe Wonper,”? 
That ties like thefe muft now be broke afunder !) 
PROLOGUE w Berrer tate THan Never,’ a Comedy, by 
" Mr. ANDREWS. | 
Written by his Grace the Duke of Lervs. 
* And Jpoken by Mr. BawNIsTER, jun. 
; C US TOM commands a Prologue to each Play; 
But Cuftom hath not told us what to fay: 
No form prefecrib’d, ’tis difficult to find, 
How to conciliate the public mind. 
The bafhful Bard—the modeft Mufe’s fears, 
So long have jingled in your patient ears, 
J That now, perhaps, you'll {carce vouchfafe to ftay,. 
To hear both their Apology—and Play. 
i No! Better fure on hini at once to call, 
4 With—« Sir, if frighten’d thus, why write at all? 
We’re not reduc’d yet to a trembling pen! 
Zounds! Bards will croud us foon, like—Gentlemen.’” 
Something like this, I heard a friend once fay, 
* Who with’d (poor foul) to hear a new-launch’d Play : 
Box’d 
