Mr. Cooke's Original Poems with Imitations and Translations of Several Select Passages of the Antients, In Four Parts: To which are added Proposals For perfecting the English Language |
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EPILOGUE the Second. To Penelope, Spoke by Minerva.
Well, I suppose, good Folks, ye're all a-gogue,To hear a Goddess speak an Epilogue.
My Bus'ness now is to defend the Poet;
But I can scarce persuade myself to do it:
Defend him? Why? Because he brought me here,
To rant, to swagger, and to call for Beer?
It is a Trick the Puppy learn'd at School,
To make us shew our Shapes, and play the Fool;
But, as I scorn, I can forgive, the Chit;
Poor Thing, he did it but to shew his Wit;
On such like Errands oft' we've been before,
From Homer, Virgil, and a Dozen more;
For when the Muse, forsooth, begins to jade,
Whip, snap, a Goddess is her Waiting-Maid;
And, when we've done the Bus'ness of the Day,
We take a Cloud for Heav'n, and post away.
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