The Restauration : Or, Right will take Place A Tragicomedy |
THE PROLOGUE. By the Duke of Buckingham. |
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THE PROLOGUE. By the Duke of Buckingham.
Nothing is harder in the World to do,Than to quit what our Nature leads us to.
As this our Friend here proves, who, having spent
His Time and Wealth for other Folks Content;
Tho' he so much as Thanks could never get,
Cann't, for his Life, quite give it over yet;
But, striving still to please you, hopes he may,
Without a Grievance, try to mend a Play.
Perhaps he wish'd it might have been his Fate
To lend a helping Hand to mend the State:
Tho' he conceives, as things have lately run,
'Tis somewhat hard at present to be done.
Well, let that pass, the Stars that rule the Rout,
Do what we can, I see, must whirl about:
But here's the Devil on't, that, come what will,
His Stars are sure to make him Loser still.
When all the Polls together made a Din,
Some to put out, and others to put in,
And every where his Fellows got and got
From being nothing to be God knows what:
He, for the Public, needs would play a Game,
For which he has been trounc'd by public Fame;
And to speak Truth, so he deserv'd to be
For his dull clownish Singularity:
For when the Fashion is to break ones Trust,
'Tis Rudeness then to offer to be Just.
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