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 | The Generous Conquerour : Or, the Timely Discovery |  |
Your
Comick Writer, is a Common Foe,
None can intrigue in Peace, or be a Beau,
Nor wanton Wife, nor Widow can be sped,
Not even Russell, can interr the Dead,
But strait this Censor, in his Whim of Wit,
Strips, and presents you naked to the Pit.
None can intrigue in Peace, or be a Beau,
Nor wanton Wife, nor Widow can be sped,
Not even Russell, can interr the Dead,
But strait this Censor, in his Whim of Wit,
Strips, and presents you naked to the Pit.
Thus Criticks, should like these, be branded Foes,
Who for the Poyson only, suck the Rose,
Rejecting what is sweet, like Vultures, they
Feed only, on the Carrion of the Play,
Snarling and Carping, without Wit or Sense,
Impeach Mistakes, o'er-looking Excellence:
As if to every Fop it might belong,
Like Senators, to censure Right or Wrong.
Who for the Poyson only, suck the Rose,
Rejecting what is sweet, like Vultures, they
Feed only, on the Carrion of the Play,
Snarling and Carping, without Wit or Sense,
Impeach Mistakes, o'er-looking Excellence:
As if to every Fop it might belong,
Like Senators, to censure Right or Wrong.
But generous Wits, have more Heroick Views,
And Love and Honour, are the Theams they chuse.
And Love and Honour, are the Theams they chuse.
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