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HO actors cannot much of learning boast,
Of all who want it, we admire it most: We love the praises of a learned pit, As we remotely are ally'd to wit. We speak our poets wit, and trade in ore, Like those, who touch upon the golden shore : Betwixt our judges can distinction make, Discern how much, and why, our poems take : Mark if the fools, or men of sense, rejoice; Whether th' applause be only sound or voice. When our fop gallants, or our city folly Clap over-loud, it makes us melancholy: We doubt that scene which does their wonder raise, And, for their ignorance, contemn their praise. Judge then, if we who act, and they who write, Should not be proud of giving you delight. London likes grolly, but this nicer pit Examines, fathoms all the depths of wit ; The ready finger lays on every Knows what should justly please, and what should
Nature herself lies open to your view;
UR hero's happy in the play's conclusion;
The holy rogue at last has met confusion: Tho Arius all along appear'd a saint, The last act Thew'd him a true Protestant. Eusebius, for you know I read Greek authors, Reports, that, after all these plots and laughters, The court of Constantine was full of glory, every
Trimmer turn'd addressing Tory. They follow'd him in herds as they were mad: When Clause was king, then all the world was glad. Whigs kept the places they possest before, And most were in a way of getting more; Which was as much as saying, Gentlemen, Here's power
money rogues again. Indeed, there were a sort of peaking tools, Some call them modest, but I call them fools, Men much more loyal, tho not half fo loud; But these poor devils were cast behind the croud.
For bold knaves thrive without one grain of sense,
well. The original Trimmer, tho a friend to no man, Yet in his heart ador'd a pretty woman ; He knew that Mahomet laid
up Kind black-ey'd rogues, for
every true believer ;
And, which was more than mortal man e'er tasted, One pleasure that for threescore twelvemonths
lasted: To turn for this, may surely be forgiven: Who'd not be circumcis'd for such a heaven?
OW comes it, gentlemen, that now a-days,
you so shrewdly judge of plays,
fo. They, in good manners, seldom make a flip, But treat a common whore with ladyship : But here each saucy wit at random writes, And uses ladies as he uses knights.