Poems on several occasions By H. Carey. The Third Edition, much enlarged |
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EPILOGUE, INTENDED FOR Mr. CIBBER's new PASTORAL,
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EPILOGUE, INTENDED FOR Mr. CIBBER's new PASTORAL,
called, LOVE in a Riddle.
Since Singing's grown so much in Vogue
With this harmonious Nation,
'Tis fit we suit our Epilogue
Unto your darling Passion.
Then from the Courtier to the Cit,
As France has done before us,
Let Box, let Gallery and Pit
All bear a Bob in Chorus.
With this harmonious Nation,
'Tis fit we suit our Epilogue
Unto your darling Passion.
Then from the Courtier to the Cit,
As France has done before us,
Let Box, let Gallery and Pit
All bear a Bob in Chorus.
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We want, alas! the Voice and Gift
Of charming Senesini;
Permit us then to make a shift
With Signor Cibberini.
What tho' his Lays he cannot raise
To soft Cuzzoni's Treble,
Like Chaucer's Clark our tuneful Spark
Can squeak a sweet Quinible.
Of charming Senesini;
Permit us then to make a shift
With Signor Cibberini.
What tho' his Lays he cannot raise
To soft Cuzzoni's Treble,
Like Chaucer's Clark our tuneful Spark
Can squeak a sweet Quinible.
To please the Town a thousand Shapes
Like Proteus he does Borrow,
A Fop or Clown to day he apes,
A Cardinal to morrow.
Thus human Nature does he trace
Thro' all its various Fashions;
And suits his Action, Voice and Face
To diff'rent Parts and Passions.
Like Proteus he does Borrow,
A Fop or Clown to day he apes,
A Cardinal to morrow.
Thus human Nature does he trace
Thro' all its various Fashions;
And suits his Action, Voice and Face
To diff'rent Parts and Passions.
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As is the darling Looking-glass
Of Fops the sole Direction,
So of the Gentleman or Ass
A Player's the Reflection.
For as his Character he suits,
In diff'rent Lights he shows you
The mighty Odds 'twixt Men and Brutes,
T'instruct and not expose you.
Of Fops the sole Direction,
So of the Gentleman or Ass
A Player's the Reflection.
For as his Character he suits,
In diff'rent Lights he shows you
The mighty Odds 'twixt Men and Brutes,
T'instruct and not expose you.
Thus in this Retrospect of Life
You see mankind in little,
'Twixt Worth and Scorn the constant Strife,
And worldly Joys how brittle:
How hateful Vice is, spite of Bags,
Of Grandeur and Oppression,
While Truth and Virtue, tho' in Rags,
Are lovely past Expression.
You see mankind in little,
'Twixt Worth and Scorn the constant Strife,
And worldly Joys how brittle:
How hateful Vice is, spite of Bags,
Of Grandeur and Oppression,
While Truth and Virtue, tho' in Rags,
Are lovely past Expression.
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As goes a Bear unto the Stake,
An Actor treads the Stage—a,
His Spirits sink, his Heart does ake,
For fear of Critick's Rage—a:
For they are such mischievous Elves,
And so delight in Riot,
They neither will be pleas'd themselves,
Or let Mankind be quiet.
An Actor treads the Stage—a,
His Spirits sink, his Heart does ake,
For fear of Critick's Rage—a:
For they are such mischievous Elves,
And so delight in Riot,
They neither will be pleas'd themselves,
Or let Mankind be quiet.
Oh yield not up poor Colley's Play
To Party Rage and Spite—a,
Since he endeavours e'ery way
To give the Town Delight—a:
You sav'd his last from Envy's Blast,
Spare then in pity this—O,
But one poor Night, in mere despite
Of those who come to hiss—O.
To Party Rage and Spite—a,
Since he endeavours e'ery way
To give the Town Delight—a:
You sav'd his last from Envy's Blast,
Spare then in pity this—O,
But one poor Night, in mere despite
Of those who come to hiss—O.
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