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To censuring Criticks, on the approved Comedy, The Antipodes.
Ionson's alive! the World admiring stands,And to declare his welcome there, shake hands;
Apollo's Pensioners may wipe their eyes,
And stiftle their abortive Elegies:
Taylor his Goose-quill may abjure againe,
And to make Paper deare, scribling refraine;
For sure there's cause of neither. Ionson's ghost
Is not a Tenant i' the Elizian Coast:
But vext with too much scorne, at your dispraise,
Silently stole unto a grove of Bayes;
Therefore bewaile your errours, and entreat
He will returne, unto the former seat,
Whence he was often pleas'd, to feed your eare
With the choice dainties of his Theatre;
But I much feare, he'le not be easily wonne
To leave his Bower, where griefe, and he alone
Do spend their time, to see how vainly wee
Accept old toyes, for a new Comedie.
Therefore repaire to him, and praise each line
Of his Vulpone, Sejanus, Cateline.
But stay, and let me tell you, where he is,
He sojournes in his Brome's Antipodes.
C. G.
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