 | The Tragedy of Sertorius |  |
PROLOGUE.
As Cowards pusht into a desperate fightMove slowly forwards like their appetite;
Yet when they feel the blows, fill'd with despair,
Oft beat the brave, or battel with the Air:
So our Gallant forc'd by his Friends to write,
Now dreads his Fate which must be known this Night;
Storm'd by his Friends they swore him into rage,
And forc'd him fight the Hydra of the Stage:
Compell'd he sigh'd and said like Phaeton,
He aims at Wit, as t'other at the Sun,
That he relies on what so oft is told,
Fortune assists the brave, and Court's the bold;
But if from Fortun's slippery Wheel he's hurl'd
From Wits vast Empire to the lower World,
Fate was unkind she would no pity show,
Be doom'd by her, but doubly damn'd by you.
| The Tragedy of Sertorius | |