Miscellanies in Prose and Verse | ||
PROLOGUE, second Night, Spoken by Marcia.
Welcome, fair ladies, to this night's repast,All I've to do's to thank you for the last;
For 'twas your beauties, not desire of fame,
Which kindl'd in our breasts the Roman flame:
Tho' great our author was, yet sure 'tis true,
Such charms as these might all his soul subdue,
And tho' great Cato bled for him, he dies for you.
He dies, 'tis true; yet tho' he boldly dies,
And Marcia weeps, and Lucia frantic cries,
'Twere nobler far, far better now to say,
He lives, and, smiling, we—our thanks do pay.
Miscellanies in Prose and Verse | ||