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Correctly prun'd each wild luxuriant thought, A&t from himself, on his own bottom stand; Mark'd out her course, nor spar'd a glorious fault. I hate e'en Garrick thus at second-hand. The book of man he read with nicest art,

Behind came King.-Bred up in modeft lore, And ransack'd all the secrets of the heart; Balhful and young he fought Hibernia's Thore ; Exerted penetration's utmost force,

Hibernia, far'd, 'bove ev'ry other grace, And trac'd each pallion to its proper source ; For matchless intrepidity of face. Then strongly mark’d, in liveliest colours drew, From her his features caught the gen'rous flame, And brought each foible forth to public view. And bid defiance to all fente of thame. The coxcomb felt a lath in ev'ry word,

Tutor’d by her all rivals to surpass, [Brass. And fools, hung out, their brother fools deterr’d. Mongst Drury's sons he comes, and shines in His comic humour kept the world in awe,

Lo Yates I-Without the least finesle of art And laughter frighten'd folly more than law. He gets applause-I wish he'd


his part. But, hark!—The trumpet sounds, the crowd When hot impatience is in full career, gives way,

“ Hark'e! Hark'e !'' grates the ear! And the procellion comes in just array, When active fancy from the brain is fent,

Now should I, in some sweet poetic line, And stands on tip-toe for some with d event,
Offer up incense at Apollo's fhrine ;

I hate those careless blunders which recall
Invoke the muse to quit her calm abode, Suspended sense, and prove it fiction all.
And waken mem'ry with a sleeping ode.

In characters of low and vulgar mould,
For how should mortal man, in mortal verse, Where Nature's coarfest features we behold,
Their titles, merits, or their names rehearse? Where, deftitute of ev'ry decent grace,
But give, kind dullness, memory and rhyme, Unmanner'd jests are blurted in your

face, We'll put off genius till another time.

There Yates with justice strict attention draws,
First, order came,— with folemn step, and slow, Acts truly from himself, and gains applause.
In measur'd time his feet were taught to go. But when, to please himself or charm his wife,
Behind, from time to time, he cast his eye, He aims ar something in politer life,
Left this Thould quit his place, that step awry. When, blindly thwarting naturc's stubborn plan,
Appearances to save his only care;

He trcads the stage, by way of gentleman,
So things seem right, no matter what they are. The clown, who no one touch of breeding knows,
In him his parents faw themselves renew'd, Looks like Tom Errand dress'd in . Clincher's
Begotten by Sir Critic on Saint Prude.

Then came drum, trumpet, hautboy, fiddle, Fond of his dress, fond of his person grown,

Laugh'd at by all, and to himlelf unknown, Next snuffer, sweeper, shifter, soldier, mute : From side to side he struts, he smiles, he prates, Legions of angels all in white advance;

And seems to wonder what's become of Yates.
Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance ;

Woodward, endow'd with various tricks of face,
Pantomine figures then are brought to view, Great master in the science of grimace,
Fools hand in hand with fools go two by two. From Ireland ventures, fav’rite of the town,
Next came the trcasurer of either house; Lurd by the pleasing prospect of renown;
One with full purse, t' other with not a sous. A speaking Harlequin, made up of whim,
Bchind, a group of figures awe create,

He iwists, he twines, he tortures ev'ry limb,
Set off with all tlı' impertinence of state ; Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art,
By lace and feather consecrate to fame,

And leaves to sense the conquest of the heart.
Expletive kings, and queens without a name. We laugh indeed, but, on reflcction's birth,

Here Havard, all serene, in the same strains, We wonder at ourselves, and curfe our mirth.
Loves, hates, and rages, triumphs, and complains. His walk of parts he fatally misplac'd,
His ealy vacant face proclaim'd a heart And inclination fondly took for taste;
Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. Hence hath the town so often seen display'd
With him came mighty Davies. On my life, Beau in burlesque, high life in masquerade.
That Davies hath a very pretty wife :-

But when bold wits, not such as patch up plays,
Statesman all over !- In plots famous grown ! Cold and correct, in these infipid days,
He mouths a sentence, as curs mouth a bone. Some comic character, strong featur'd, urge

Next Holland came. -With truly tragic stalk, To probability's extremeft verge,
He creeps, he lies—A hero should not walk. Where modest judgment her decree suspends,
As if with heav'n he warr’d, his eager eyes And, for a time, nor censures nor commends,
Planted their batteries against the skies; Where critics can't determine on the fpot,
Attitude, action, air, pause, fart, figh, groan,

Whether it is in nature found or not,
He borrow'd, and made use of as his own. There Woodward safely shall his pow'rs exert,
By fortune thrown on any other stage,

Nor fail of favour where he fews desert.
He might, perbaps, have pleas'd an easy age; Hence he in Bobadil such praises bore,
But now appears a copy, and no more,

Such worthy praises, Kitcly scarce had more.
Of something better we have seen before.

By turns transform'd into all kind of thapes, The actor who would build a solid fame, Constant to none, Fcotc laughs, crics, ftruis and Muft imitation's servile arts disclaim ;





Now in the centre, now in van or rear,

If in these hallow'd times, when sober, fad, The Proteus lhifts, bawd, parton, auctioneer. All gentlemen are mclancholy mad, His ftrokes of humour, and his bursts of sport, When 'tis not deem'd so great a crime by half Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort. so violate a vestal, as to laugh,

Doth a man stutter, look a-fquint, or halt? Rude mirth may hope presumptuous to engage Mimics draw humour out of nature's fault, An act of toleration for the stage, With perfonal defects their mirth adorn, And courtiers will, like reasonable creatures, And hang misfortunes out to public scorn. Suspend vain fashion, and unscrew their features, E’en I, whom nature cast in hiduous mould, Old Falstaff, play'd by Love, shall please cas Whom, having made, the trembled to bchold, Beneath the load of mimicry may groan,

And humour set the audience in a rear. And find that nature's errors are my own.

Actors I've seen, and of no vulgar name, Shadows behind of Foote and Wood ward came; Who, being from one part poslefs d of fame, Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name. Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine, or taw., Strange to relate, but wonderfully true, Still introduce that fav’rite part in all. That even thadows have their shadows too! Here, Love, be cautious-ne'er be thou betray'd With not a fingle comic pow'r endu'd,

To call in that wag Falstaff's dang'ous aid; The first a mere mere mimic's mimic stood; Like Goths of old, howe'er he seems a friend, The last, by nature form’d to please, who thows, He'll seize that throne you with him to defind. In Jonson’s Stephen, which way Genius grows; In a peculiar mould by humour caft, Self quire put off, affects, with too inuch art, For Falstaff fram’d-himself, the first and last,To put on Woodward in each mangled part; He stands aloof froin ai!-maintains his ftate, Adopts his shrug, his wink, his stare; nay, more. And scorns, like Scotsmen, to atlimilate. His voice, and croaks ; for Woodward croak'd Vain all disguise--100 plain we see the trick, When a dull copier simple grace neglects, [before. Tho' the knight wears the weeds of Dominic, And rests his imitation in defects,

And Boniface, disgrac'd, betrays the finack, We readily forgive; but luch vile arts

In Anno Domini, of Falitaff's fack. Are double guiit in men of real jaris.

Arms crofs'd, brows bent, eyes fix'd, feer By nature form'd in her perverseit mocd,

marching Now, With no one requisite of art endud,

A band of malecontents with spleen o'erficw; Next Jackton came. - Obferve that settled glare, Wrapt in conceit's impenetrable fog, Which better fpeaks a puppet than a player : Which pride, like Phæbus, draws from ev'ry bog, Lift to that voice-did ever discord hear They cuise the managers, and curse the town, Sounds so well fitted to her untun'd ear? Whose partial favour keeps such merit down. When, to enforce some very tender part,

But if some man, more hardy than the rest, The right-hand sleeps by instinct on the heart, Should dare attack these gnarlings in their neft ; His soul, of every other thought bereft, At once they rise with impotence of rage, Is anxious only where to place the left; Whet their small fings, and buzz about the stage. He fobs and pants to footh his weeping spouse, “ 'Tis breach of privilege !-Shall any dare To footh his weeping mother, turns and bow's To arm satiric truth against a player ? Awkward, embarrats'd, stiff, without the skill Prescriptive rights we plead time out of mind; Of moving gracefully, or standing still,

Actors, unlaih'd themselves, may lath mankind." One leg, as if suspicious of his brother,

What! shall opinion then, of nature free Desirous seems to run away from t'other.

And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree Some crrors, handed down from age to age, To rust in chains like these, impos'd by things Plead custom's force, and still possess the stage. Which, less than nothing, ape the pride of kings? Thal 's vile-should we a parent's faults adore, No--though half-poets with half-players join And err, because our fathers err'd beföre ? To curse the freedom of each honest line; If, inattentive to the author's mind,

Though rage and malice dim their faded cheek; Some actors made the jest they could not find, What the mufe freely thinks, the 'll freely speak. If by low tricks they marr’d fair nature's mien, With just didain of ev'ry paltry sneer, And blurr'd the graces of the fimple scene, Stranger alike to flattery and fcar, Shall we, if reason rightly is employ'd, In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule, Not see their faults, or seeing not avoid : Public contemjot shall wait the public fool." When Falstaff stands detected in a lie,

Auftin would always gliften in French filks, Why, without meaning, rolls love's glasly eye ? Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wilks. Why? There's no cause :-at least no cause we For who, like Ackman, can with humour please! It was the fathion twenty years ago : [know- Who'can, like Packer, charm with fprightly case! Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may use Higher than all the rest, see Bransby firut: Thur knavery and folly to excuse.

A mighty Gulliver in Lillipue! To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence

Ludicrous Nature! which at once could thew To fame--to copy faults, is want of sense. A man so very high, so very low. Yet (tho' in some particulars he fails,

if I forget thee, Blakes, or if I say Some few particulars, where mode prevails) Aught hurtful, may I never see thee play!



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Let critics, with a supercilious air,

When o'er the stage he folly's standard bore,
Decry thy various inerit, and declare

Whilst common sense stood trembling at the door.
Frenchman is still at top;- but fcorn that rage How few are found with real talents bless'd!
Which, in attacking thee, attacks the age. fewer with nature's gifts contented reft.
French follies, universally embraca,

Man from his sphere cccentric starts astray;
At once provoke our mirth, and form our taste. All hunt for fame; but most mistake the way.

Long, from a nation ever hardly usd, Bred at St. Omer's to the shuffling trade,
Ar random cenfur'd, wantonly abusid,

The hopeful youth a jesuit might have made,
Have Britons drawn their sport, with partial view With various readings stor'd his empty skud
Formd gen'ral notions from the rascal few; Learn'd without sense, and venerably dull,
Condemn'd a people, as for vices known, Or, at some banker's desk, like many more,
Which, from their country banith'd, seck our Content to tell that two and two make four,

His name had stood in city annals fair,
At length, howe'er, the Navish chain is broke, And prudent dullness inark'd himn for a mayor.
And fenle awaken'd, icorns her ancient yoke : What then could tempt thee, in a critic age,
Taught by thec, Moody, we now learn to raise Such blooming hopes to forfeit on a stage?
Mirth from their foibles; from their virtues, Could it be worth thy wondrous waste of pains

To publish to the world thy lack of brains?
Next came the legion, which our Summer Bayes, Or might not reason e'en to thee have thewn
From alleys, here and there, contriv'd to railé, Thy greatest praise had been to live unknown?
Fluth'd with vast hopes, and certain to succeed Yet let not vanity, like thine, despair :
With Wits who cannot write, and scarce can read. Forrune makes folly her peculiar care.
Vet'rans no more support the rotten cause, A vacant throne high plac'd in Smithfield view,
No more from Ellioi's worth they reap applausc; To sacred duliness and her first-born duez
Each on himlelf determines to rely,

Thither with halte in happy hour repair, ·
Be Yates disbanded, and let Elliot fly.

Thy birth-right claim, nor fear a rival there.
Never did play’rs to well an author fit, Shuter hiinself shall own thy juster claim,
To nature dead, and foes declar'd to wit. And venal Ledgers puff their Murphy's name,
So loud cach tongue, so empty was cach head, Whilft Vaughan * or Dapper, call him which you
So much they calk’d, so very little said,

So wondrous dull, and yet lo wondrous vain, Shall blow the trumpet, and give out the bill.
At once so willing, and unfit to reign,

There rule secure from critics and from sense,
That reason swore, nor would the oath recall, Nor once shall genius rise to give offence;
Their mighty master's soul inforın d them all. Eternal peace shall bless the happy shore,

As one with various disappointments sad, And little factions break thy reit no more.
Whom dullness only kept from being mad, From Covent Garden crowds promiscuous go,
Apart from all the rest great Murphy came- Whom the muse knows not, nor desires to know,
Common to fools and wits, the rage of fame. Vet’rans they seem’d, but knew of arins no more
What cho' the fons of nonsense hail him fire, Than if, till that time, arms they never bore :
Auditor, author, manager, and squire,

Like Westminster militia train'd to fight,
His relilefs foul's ambition stops not there- They scarcely know the left hand from the right.
To make his triumphs perfect, dub him player. Atham'd among such troops to thew the head,

In person tall, a igure form d to please, Their chiefs were scatter’d, and their heroes Acd.
If lymmetry could charm, depriv'd of ease; Sparks at his glass fat comfortably down
When motionless he stands, we all approve ; To lep'rate frown froin smile, and imile from
What pity 'tis the thing was made to move!

His voice, in one dull, deep, unvaricd sound, Smith, the genteel, the airy, and the smart,
Seems to break forth from caverns under ground. Smith was jult gone to school to say his part ;
From hollow chest the low sepulchral note Rols (a misfortune which we often meet)
Unwilling heaves, and struggles in his throat. Was fast asleep at dear Starira's feet;

Could authors butcher'd give an actor grace, Statira, with her hero to agree,
All must to him resign the foremost place. Stood on her feet as fast allcep as he ;
When he attempts, in some one fav'rite part, Macklin, who largely deals in half-form'd sounds,
To ape the feelings of a manly heart,

Who wantonly transgresses nature's bounds,
His honest features the disguise defy,

Whose acting 's hard, affeéted, and constrain'd,
And his face loudly gives his torgue the lye. Whose features, as each other they disdain'd,

Still in extremes, he knows no happy mean, At variance fer, inflexible and coarse,
Qr raving mad, or stupidly serene.

Ne'er know the workings of united force,
In cold-wrought scenes the lifeless actor flags, Nc'er kindly fofren to cach other's aid,
In pation, tears the passion into rags.

Nor Mew the mingled pow'rs of light and shade,
Can none remember? Yes-1 koow all must- No longer for a thankless stage concern'd,
When in the Moor he ground his teeth to duit, To worthier thoughts his mighty genius turn'd,
* A gentleman Atill living, who published, at this juncture, a Poem entitled “ The Retort."



Harangu'd, gave lectures, made each simple elf Nature through her is hy reflection shown,
Almost as good a Speaker as himfelf;

Whild Gay once more knows Polly for his own.
Whilft the whole town, mad with mittaken zeal, Talk not to me of diffidence and fear-
An awkward rage for clocution feel;

I see it all, but must forgive it here. Dull cits and grave divines his praise proclaiin, Defects like these which modest terrors cause, And join with Sheridan's their Macklin's name ; From impudence itfelf extort applaufe. Shuter, who never car'd a single pin

Candour and reason ftill take virtuc's part; Whether he left out nonsense, or put in, We love e'en fuibles in so good an heart. Who aim'd at wit, tho', levell'd in the dark, Let Tommy Arne, with usual pomp of fiyle, The random arrow seldom hit the mark, Whole chief, ihnje only merit's to compile, At Idlington, all by the placid stream

Who, meanly pilfering here and there a bit, Where City Swains in lap of dullness dream, Deals music out as Murphy deals out wit, Where, quiet as her ftrains their strains co flow, Publila proposals, laws for tate prescribe, That all the patron by the bards may know, And chaint the praise of an Italian tribe ; Sacret as night, with Rolt's experienc'd aid, Let hum reverse kind nature's first decrees, The plan of future operations laid,

And teach e'en Brent a method not to please; Projected schemes the summer months to chear, l'ut never shall a truly Pritish age And spin out happy folly through the year. Bear a vile race of cunuchs on the stage. But think not, though these daftard-chiefs are The boasted work 's call'd National in vain, fied,

If one Italian voice pollutes the strain. That Covent-Garden troops shall want a head: Where tyrants rute, and saves with joy obey, Harlequin comes their chief !--Sec from afar, Let flavish minstrels pour th' enervare lay; The hero feated in fantastic car!

To Britons far more noble pleasures spring Wedded to novelty, his only arins

In native norcs whilft Beard and Vincent ling. Are wooden swords, wands, talismans, and charms; Might figure girc a title unto fame, On one side folly fits, by some call'd fun, What rival thould with Yates dispute her claim ? And on the other, his arch-patron, Lun. But justice may not partial trophies raise, Behind, for liberty a-thirst in vain,

Nor tink the actrets in the woman's praife. Senfe, helpless captive, drags the galling chain. Suill hand in hand her words and actions go, Six rudc mil-tapen beasts the chariot draw, And the heart feels more than the features ihew : Whom reason loaths, and nature never saw; For, through the regions of that beauteous face, Monsters, with tails of ice, and hea

of fire;

We no variety of pallions trace; Gorgons, and hydras, and chimæras dire. Dead to the soft emotions of the heart, Each was bestrode by full as monstrous wight, No kindred fofonefs can chofe cyes impart; Giant, dwarf, genius, elf, hermaphrodite. The brow, fill fix'd in forrow's fullen frame, The town, as usual, met him in full cry; Void of diltiaction, marks all parts the same. The town, as usual, knew no reason wliy. What's a fine person, or a beautcous face, But fashion so directs, and moderns railc Unless deportinent gives then decent graec ? On fathion's mould'ring base their transient praisc. 1145 d sit all other requisies to please,

Next, to the field a band of females draw Sume want ihc striking clegance of eale; Their force; for Britain owns no blique da rv: The curious cyc thcir au kward movement tires; Juft to their worth, we female rights admit, They seem like puppets lcd about by wires. Nor bar their claim to empire or to evit. Others, iske ftatues, in one posture fill,

First, giggling, plotting chamber-maids arrive, Give great ideas of the workman's skill; Hoydens and romps, led on by gen'ral Clive. Wondring, his art we praise the more we view, In spite of outward blemishes, the fronc And only grieve he gave not motion 100. For humour fam'd, and humour all her own. Wcak of dicmiclvcs are what wc bcauties call, Ealy, as if at home, the stage the trod,

It is the manner which gives itrength to all. Nor jought the sritic's praile, nor fear'd his rod. This teaches cv'ry beauty to unite, Original in spirit and in cafe,

And brings them forward in the nobloft light. She pleas’d by hiding all attempts to ple..fe. Happy in this, bchuld, amidtt the throng, No comic actress ever yet could raite,

With tranficnt gleam of yracc, Hart livceps along. On humour's base, more merit or more praise. If all the wonders of external grace,

With all the native vigour of lixteen, A person fincly turnd, a mould of face Among the merry troop confpicuouis foen, Ul’here, union rare, cxpreffion's lively force Sce lively Pope advance in jig and trip,

With beauty's foftest magic holds discourse, Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. Artract the eve ; if feelings. void of art Not without art, but yet to nature true, Rolfe the quick patlions, and enflame the heart > She charms the town with humour juft, yce new. If anusic, fweetly breathing froin the tongue, Chear'd'by her promise, we the lefs deplore Captives the ear, Bride must not pass untung.. The fatal tinic when Clive shall be no more. When fear, which rank ill-naturc termsconceit, Lo ! Vincent comcst with fimple grace ar- By time and custom conquerid, shall retreat; ray'd,

When judgment, tutord by experience sage, She laughs at paltry arts, and scorns parade. Shall shoot abroad, and gather ftrength from ige;


When heav'n in mercy shall the stage release If in originals these things appear,
From the dull luinbers of a frill-lita piece; Why should we bar them in the copy here?
When some ftale fow'r, Jilgraceful to the walk. The nice punctilio-mongers of this age,
Which long hath hung, tho' wither'd on the staik, | The grand minute reformers of the stage,
Shall kindly drop, then Bride fall make her way, Slaves to propriety of ev'ry kind,
And merit find a passage to the day;

Some standard-meafire for each part Ihould find,
Brought into action, the at once thali raise Which when the best of actors shall exceed,
Her own renown, and justify our praise.

Let it desolve to one of finaller breed.
Form’d for the tragic scene, to grace the stage, Ail actors too upon the back should bear
With rival excellence of love and rage,

Certificate of birth;-time, when ;-place, where.
Mistress of each foft ari, with matchless skill For how can critics rightly fix their worth,
To turn and wind the passions as she will; Unless they know the minute of their birth?
To melt the heart with sympathctic woc, An audience too, deceiv’d, may find too late
Awake the figh, and teach the tear to flow; That they have clapp'd an actor out of date.
To put on phrenly's wild difiracted glare, Figure, I own, at first may give offence,
And freeze the foul with horror and despair; And harshly strike the eye's too curious sense :
With just dcfert enroll'd in endless fame, But when perfections of the mind break forth,
Conscious of worth fuperior, Cibber came. Humour's chaste fallics, judginent's solid wortin;

When poor Alicia's madd'ning brains are rack'd, When the pure genuine Hame, by nature taught,
And strongly imag'd griefs her mind distract; Springs into sente, and ev'ry action 's thought;
Struck with her gricf, I carch the madueis 100! Beforo fuch merit all objections fly;
My brain turns ivund, the headlets trunk I view! Pritchard's genteel, and Garrick's six feet high.
The roof cracks, shakes and falls !-new horrors Oft have I, Pritchard, seen thy wondrous skili,

Confess'd thee great, but find thee greater still.
And reason buried in the ruin lies.

That worth, which thone in scatter'd rays before,
Nobly disdainful of cach llavih art,

Collected now, breaks forth with double pow'r.
She makes her first attack upon the heart : The Jealous Wife ! on that thy trophies raise,
Pleas'd with the summons, it receives her laws, Inferior only to the author's praise.
And all is filence, fyn:pathy, applause.

From Dublin, fam'd in legends of romance
But when, by fond ambition drawn aside, For mighty magic of enchanted lance,
Giddy with praisc, and puff'd with female pride, with which her heroes arm's victorious prore,
She quits the tragic scenc, and, in pretence

And like a flood rush o'er the land of love,
To comic mcrit, breaks down nature's fence; Mostop and Barry camc-names ne'er design'd
I scarcely can believe my cars or eyes,

By fate in the same fentence to be join'd.
Or find out Cibber ihrough the dark disguise. Rais'd by the breath of popular acclaim,

Pritchard, by nature for the stage design'd, They mounted to the pinnacle of fame;
In person graceful, a d in tense retiad; Therethe weak brain, made giddy with the heigl.c,
Her art as much as nature's friend became, Spurrid on the rival chiefs to moital fight.
Her voice as frec from ble nith as her fame. Thus sportive boys, around some bason's brim,
Who knows so well in majesiy to picale, Behold the pipe-drawn bladders circling swim:
Attemper'd with the graceful charms of ease : But if, from lungs more poterit, there arise

When Congreve's favour'd pantomime to grace, Two bubbles of a more than com:non size,
She comes a captive queen of Moorish race; Lager for lopour they for fight prepare,
When love, haic, jealousy, despair and rage,

Buble mects bubble, and both link to air.'
With wildeft tunults in her breast engage; Niobop, attach'd to military plan,
S:ill equal to herself is Zara seen;

Still kopi his cye fix'd on his rigar-land man.
Her paitions are the pallions of a queen. Whift the mouth mcasures words with seeining

When she tomurtherwhcts the rimoruus Thanc, Lill,
I feel ambition rush through ev'ry vein ;

The right-hand labours, and the left lies still;
Persuasion hangy. upon her daring tongue,

For he refule'd on fcripture-grounds to go,
My heart grows fiint, and evry nerve's new What the right doth, the left-hand ihall not

In comedy _“Ndy, there,” cries critic, “ hold, With studied impropriety of speech,
Pritchard 's for comedy too fat and old.

He foars beyond the hackney critic's reach ;'
Who can, with patienic, bear the gray coquette, To epithets allots emphatic state,
Or force a laugh with over-grown Julett? Whilft principals, ungrac'd, liké Tacquies wait;
Her fpecch, look, action, humour, all are just; In ways first trodden by himself exccls,
But then, her age and figure give disguft."

And stands alone in indeclinables ;
Are foibles then, and graces of the mind, Conjunction, preposition, adverb join
In real life, to size or age confin'd?,

To famp new vigour on the nervous line :
Do spirits How, and is good-breeding plac'd In monofvllablcs his thunders roll,
In any set circumference of waist?

He, thc, it, and, we, ye, they, fright the soul.
As we grow old, doth affectation care,

In perion taller than the common size,
Or gives not age uew vigour to caprice? Behold where Barry draws admiring eyes

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