The works of Mr. Thomas Brown Serious and Comical, In Prose and Verse; In four volumes. The Fourth Edition, Corrected, and much Enlarged from his Originals never before publish'd. With a key to all his Writings |
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To Mr. Justice Higden, upon the ill Success of his Play.
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To Mr. Justice Higden, upon the ill Success of his Play.
No longer your expected Play conceal,But to a more impartial Court appeal.
The righteous few, true to the Cause of Wit,
Will soon reverse the Sentence of the Pit.
Why should their Censure Men of Sense alarm?
Those Sons of Muggleton can do no harm.
The Wit, that oft their hasty Malice dooms,
Outlives its Judges, nay, outlasts their Tombs.
Thus 'twas my Fate to visit once a Friend,
Whom dire foreboding Omens did attend:
The Doctor tells him, Sir, your Hour is nigh,
Send for the Parson, and prepare to die.
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Art has been try'd, but Art can do no more.
With this the angry Patient rais'd his Head,
And Doctor, do you then conclude me dead?
Peace, you grave Sot, elsewhere your Cant bestow,
I'll bury half the College e'er I go.
And spite of that learn'd Phiz, and reverend Beard,
Will live to see your Rascalship interr'd.
Thus he run on, and as his Stars decreed,
Was soon from his unkind Distemper freed;
Left his vain gaping Kindred in the lurch,
And saw the Velvet Fop born decently to Church.
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