 | Mirza |  |
To the Author.
When I read yours (dear friend) I seem'd to seeIn Persia acted this sad Tragedie,
But might we see it acted on the Stage
ABBAS in his, and MIRZA in his rage
Transported beyond pitty, and the love
Of Parents, then (O then) how it would move!
For then, transfixt, men should not onely see,
But should refent with such a Sympathy
As might extract a deluge from their eyes.
Persia would then seem but in theories
To Personate what you to life have dawn,
MELPOMENE was there but in the drawn,
Here in full splendors. There spectators shead
But onely tears, yours acted, would strike dead.
Else, Stoick like, say there's an Apathie,
And that compassion is turn'd NIOBE.
No Marvail, since to her there have been shown
So many Tragick Acts, you bring but one,
But such a sprightfull one, that you may dare
To own what your name speaks, Born to be rare.
E. MANNYNG.
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