The Indian Emperour, or, the Conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards Being the Sequel of the Indian Queen |
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EPILOGUE BY A Mercury.
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 | The Indian Emperour, or, the Conquest of Mexico by the Spaniards |  |
EPILOGUE BY A Mercury.
To
all and singular in this full meeting,
Ladies and Gallants, Phœbus sends me greeting.
To all his Sons by what e're Title known,
Whether of Court, of Coffee-house, or Town;
From his most mighty Sons, whose confidence
Is plac'd in lofty sound, and humble sence,
Ev'n to his little Infants of the Time
That Write new Songs, and trust in Tune and Rhyme.
Be't known that Phœbus (being daily griev'd
To see good Plays condemn'd, and bad receiv'd,)
Ordains your judgement upon every Cause,
Henceforth be limited by wholesome Laws.
He first thinks fit no Sonnettier advance
His censure, farther then the Song or Dance.
Your Wit Burlesque may one step higher climb,
And in his sphere may judge all Doggrel Rhyme:
All proves, and moves, and Loves, and Honours too:
All that appears high sence, and scarce is low.
As for the Coffee-wits he says not much,
Their proper bus'ness is to Damn the Dutch.
For the great Dons of Wit—
Phœbus gives them full priviledge alone
To Damn all others, and cry up their own.
Last, for the Ladies, 'tis Apollo's will,
They should have pow'r to save, but not to kill:
For Love and He long since have thought it fit,
Wit live by Beauty, Beauty raign by Wit.
Ladies and Gallants, Phœbus sends me greeting.
To all his Sons by what e're Title known,
Whether of Court, of Coffee-house, or Town;
From his most mighty Sons, whose confidence
Is plac'd in lofty sound, and humble sence,
Ev'n to his little Infants of the Time
That Write new Songs, and trust in Tune and Rhyme.
Be't known that Phœbus (being daily griev'd
To see good Plays condemn'd, and bad receiv'd,)
Ordains your judgement upon every Cause,
Henceforth be limited by wholesome Laws.
He first thinks fit no Sonnettier advance
His censure, farther then the Song or Dance.
Your Wit Burlesque may one step higher climb,
And in his sphere may judge all Doggrel Rhyme:
All proves, and moves, and Loves, and Honours too:
All that appears high sence, and scarce is low.
As for the Coffee-wits he says not much,
Their proper bus'ness is to Damn the Dutch.
Phœbus gives them full priviledge alone
To Damn all others, and cry up their own.
Last, for the Ladies, 'tis Apollo's will,
They should have pow'r to save, but not to kill:
For Love and He long since have thought it fit,
Wit live by Beauty, Beauty raign by Wit.
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