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EPILOGUE. Spoken by Mrs. Cibber.
Our
Bard, to Modern Epilogue a Foe,
Thinks such mean Mirth but deadens generous Woe;
Dispels in idle Air the Moral Sigh,
And weeps the tender Tear from Pity's Eye:
No more with social Warmth the Bosom burns;
But all th'unfeeling, selfish Man returns.
Thinks such mean Mirth but deadens generous Woe;
Dispels in idle Air the Moral Sigh,
And weeps the tender Tear from Pity's Eye:
No more with social Warmth the Bosom burns;
But all th'unfeeling, selfish Man returns.
Thus he began:—And you approv'd the Strain;
'Till the next Couplet sunk to light and vain.
You check'd him there.—To You, to Reason just,
He owns he triumph'd in your kind Disgust.
Charm'd by your Frown, by your Displeasure grac'd,
He hails the rising Virtue of your Taste.
Wide will it's Influence spread, as soon as known:
Truth, to be lov'd, needs only to be shown.
Confirm it, once, the Fashion to be good:
(Since Fashion leads the Fool, and awes the Rude)
No Petulance shall wound the Publick Ear;
No Hand applaud what Honour shuns to hear:
No painful Blush the Modest Cheek shall stain;
The worthy Breast shall heave with no disdain.
Chastis'd to Decency, the British Stage
Shall oft invite the Fair, invite the Sage:
Both shall attend well-pleas'd, well-pleas'd depart;
Or if they doom the Verse, absolve the Heart.
'Till the next Couplet sunk to light and vain.
You check'd him there.—To You, to Reason just,
He owns he triumph'd in your kind Disgust.
Charm'd by your Frown, by your Displeasure grac'd,
He hails the rising Virtue of your Taste.
Wide will it's Influence spread, as soon as known:
Truth, to be lov'd, needs only to be shown.
Confirm it, once, the Fashion to be good:
(Since Fashion leads the Fool, and awes the Rude)
No Petulance shall wound the Publick Ear;
No Hand applaud what Honour shuns to hear:
No painful Blush the Modest Cheek shall stain;
The worthy Breast shall heave with no disdain.
Chastis'd to Decency, the British Stage
Shall oft invite the Fair, invite the Sage:
Both shall attend well-pleas'd, well-pleas'd depart;
Or if they doom the Verse, absolve the Heart.
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