 | The Unhappy Penitent |  |
PROLOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Oldfeild.
Of late we've heard of nothing but of War,The Cry is young Gustavus, and the Czar:
How to Finall the Gallick Squadrons fly;
What Schemes are form'd against our old Ally,
But now the peaceful Tattle of the Town,
Is how to join both Houses into one,
And whilst the blustering hot-brain'd Heroes fight,
Our softer Sex pleads gently to unite.
No Wounds but Cupid's discompose our Mind.
And if we're cruel, 'tis when we are kind.
Our calm Complectiin Love's soft Mansion seeks,
We swoon at Blood, unless 'tis in our Cheeks,
Hence you've to Night a Bloodless Tragedy,
Our Authoress cannot let her Heroe dye.
'Tis not an Age to drown, tho' burn for Love,
Will nought but Death your barbarous pitty move!
Here's what is worse to one that's well enclin'd,
The desperate Nymph renounces all Mankind.
| The Unhappy Penitent | |