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On the Tragedy of E---a.
E---A scorns to make her Audience weep,She's better bred,—composes them to sleep;
Là Tendre—Virtue—load the wearied Page,
'Tis a-la-mode Pâri—no buskin Rage—
Not one poor Rhime to animate the Soul;
Believe me, Sir, one Rhime would damn the whole:
Then as for Murder, not for all the World;
The French explode it, from their Stage 'tis hurl'd:
'Tis done, 'tis done—our mighty Shakespear's wreckt,
On French Refinement and a Taste correct.
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