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PROLOGUE. Written by Mr. Dennis.
This Play's no English product, but with toil,Imported from a richer nobler Soil.
Then judge not rashly what, in better times,
Great Tasso's Genius writ to warmer climes.
They, who like Nature, may suppose it good,
Tho Nature but by few is understood;
She never is but by reflection seen,
And few are bold enough to look within.
As when a thoughtful man forsakes the Town,
And to some Country Solitude goes down,
With more than common pleasure he beholds
The Woods, the Lawns, the Valleys, and the Folds
Natures bright Beauties every where he meets,
His Soul, which long had been confin'd in streets,
With Rapture now her kindred objects greets.
These rural Scenes like pleasure may impart
To those who value Nature more than Art,
And who have Souls to taste the Language of the Heart.
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