039:01,000@@@@@| 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,001[A ]| Entreaty shall not serve, nor violence 039:01,002[A ]| To$9$ make me speak in$4$ such a play's defence; 039:01,003[A ]| A play where wit and humour do agree 039:01,004[A ]| To$9$ break all practised laws of comedy. 039:01,005[A ]| The scene (what more absurd) in$4$ England lies, 039:01,006[A ]| No$2$ gods descend nor dancing devils rise; 039:01,007[A ]| No$2$ captive prince from nameless country brought, 039:01,008[A ]| No$2$ battle, nay there is not a duel fought. 039:01,009[A ]| And something yet more sharply might be said, 039:01,010[A ]| But I consider the poor author is dead. 039:01,011[A ]| Let that$6#2$ be his excuse ~~ now for$4$ our own: 039:01,012[A ]| Why (faith) in$4$ my opinion we need none. 039:01,013[A ]| The parts were fitted well, but some will$1$ say 039:01,014@x | "Pox on$4$ them rogues, what made them choose this play?" 039:01,015[A ]| I do not doubt but you will$1$ credit me 039:01,016[A ]| It was not choice but mere necessity; 039:01,017[A ]| To$4$ all our writing friends in$4$ town we sent, 039:01,018[A ]| But not a wit durst venture out in$4$ Lent: 039:01,019[A ]| Have patience but till Easter term, and then 039:01,020[A ]| You shall have jig and hobbyhorse again. 039:01,021[A ]| Here is Mr*Matthew, our domestic wit, 039:01,022[A ]| Does promise one of the ten plays he has writ; 039:01,023[A ]| But since great bribes weigh nothing with the just, 039:01,024[A ]| Know we have merits and in$4$ them we trust. 039:01,025[A ]| When any fasts or holidays defer 039:01,026[A ]| The public labours of the theatre, 039:01,027[A ]| We ride not forth, although the day be fair, 039:01,028[A ]| On$4$ ambling tit to$9$ take the suburb air; 039:01,029[A ]| But with our authors meet and spend that$6#2$ time 039:01,030[A ]| To$9$ make up$5$ quarrels between sense and rhyme. 039:01,031[A ]| Wednesday and Fridays constantly we sat, 039:01,032[A ]| Till after many a long and free debate, 039:01,033[A ]| For$4$ divers weighty reasons it was thought fit 039:01,034[A ]| Unruly sense should still to$4$ rhyme submit. 039:01,035[A ]| This, the most wholesome law we ever made, 039:01,036[A ]| So$5#1$ strictly in$4$ this epilogue obeyed, 039:01,037[A ]| Sure no$2$ man here will$1$ ever dare to$9$ break. 039:01,000[' ]| 039:01,038@b | Hold, and give way, for$3$ I myself will$1$ speak. 039:01,039@b | Can you encourage so$5#1$ much insolence 039:01,040@b | And add new faults still to$4$ the great offence 039:01,041@b | Your ancestors so$5#1$ rashly did commit 039:01,042@b | Against the mighty powers of art and wit 039:01,043@b | When they condemned those noble works of mine, 039:01,044@b | Sejanus and my best loved Cataline? 039:01,045@b | Repent, or on$4$ your guilty heads shall fall 039:01,046@b | The curse of many a rhyming pastoral. 039:01,047@b | The three bold Beauchamps shall revive again 039:01,048@b | And with the London prentice conquer Spain. 039:01,049@b | All the dull follies of the former age 039:01,050@b | Shall rise and find applause upon$4$ this stage; 039:01,051@b | But if you pay the great arrears of praise 039:01,052@b | So$5#1$ long since due to$4$ my much-injured plays, 039:01,053@b | From all past crimes I first will$1$ set you free 039:01,054@b | And then inspire someone to$9$ write like$4$ me. 039:02,000[' ]| 039:02,000[' ]| 039:02,001[A ]| Phyllis, if you will$1$ not agree 039:02,002[A ]| To$9$ give me back my liberty, 039:02,003[A ]| In$4$ spite of you I must regain 039:02,004[A ]| My loss of time and break your chain. 039:02,005[A ]| You were mistaken if you thought 039:02,006[A ]| I was so$5#1$ grossly to$9$ be caught; 039:02,007[A ]| Or that$3$ I was so$5#1$ blindly bred 039:02,008[A ]| As not to$9$ be in$4$ woman read. 039:02,009[A ]| Perhaps you took me for$4$ a fool, 039:02,010[A ]| Designed alone your sex's tool; 039:02,011[A ]| Nay, you might think so$5#1$ made a thing 039:02,012[A ]| That$3$ with a little fashioning 039:02,013[A ]| I might in$4$ time for$4$ your dear sake 039:02,014[A ]| That$6#2$ monster called a husband make: 039:02,015[A ]| Perhaps I might, had I not found 039:02,016[A ]| One darling vice in$4$ you abound, 039:02,017[A ]| A vice to$4$ me which$6#1$ ever will$1$ prove 039:02,018[A ]| An antidote to$9$ banish love. 039:02,019[A ]| O I could better bear an old, 039:02,020[A ]| Ugly, diseased, misshapen scold, 039:02,021[A ]| Or one who$6#1$ games, or will$1$ be drunk, 039:02,022[A ]| A fool, a spendthrift, bawd or punk, 039:02,023[A ]| Than one at all who$6#1$ wildly flies, 039:02,024[A ]| And with soft, asking, giving eyes, 039:02,025[A ]| And thousand other wanton arts, 039:02,026[A ]| So$5#1$ meanly trades in$4$ begging hearts. 039:02,027[A ]| How might such wondrous charms perplex, 039:02,028[A ]| Give chains or death to$4$ all our sex, 039:02,029[A ]| Did she not so$5#1$ unwisely set 039:02,030[A ]| For$4$ every fluttering fool her net! 039:02,031[A ]| So$5#1$ poorly proud of vulgar praise, 039:02,032[A ]| Her very look her thoughts betrays: 039:02,033[A ]| She never stays till we begin 039:02,034[A ]| But beckons us herself to$9$ sin. 039:02,035[A ]| Before we can ask, she cries consent, 039:02,036[A ]| So$5#1$ quick her yielding looks are sent, 039:02,037[A ]| They hope forestall and even desire prevent. 039:02,038[A ]| But nature is turned when women woo ~~ 039:02,039[A ]| We hate in$4$ them what we should do; 039:02,040[A ]| Desire is asleep and can not wake 039:02,041[A ]| When women such advances make: 039:02,042[A ]| Both time and charms thus Phyllis wastes, 039:02,043[A ]| Since each must surfeit before he tastes. 039:02,044[A ]| Nothing escapes her wandering eyes, 039:02,045[A ]| No-one she thinks too mean a prize; 039:02,046[A ]| Even Lynch, the lag of human kind, 039:02,047[A ]| Nearest to$4$ brutes by$4$ God designed, 039:02,048[A ]| May boast the smiles of this coquette, 039:02,049[A ]| As much as any man of wit. 039:02,050[A ]| The signs hang thinner in$4$ the Strand, 039:02,051[A ]| The Dutch scarce more infest the land, 039:02,052[A ]| Though Egypt's locusts they outvie 039:02,053[A ]| In$4$ number and voracity. 039:02,054[A ]| Whores are not half so$5#1$ plenty found 039:02,055[A ]| In$4$ playhouse, or that$6#2$ hallowed ground 039:02,056[A ]| Of Temple walks or Whetstone's Park: 039:02,057[A ]| Caresses less abound in$4$ Spark, 039:02,058[A ]| Than with kind looks for$4$ all who$6#1$ come 039:02,059[A ]| At bawdy house, the drawing room. 039:02,060[A ]| But all in$4$ vain she throws her darts ~~ 039:02,061[A ]| They hit but can not hurt our hearts. 039:02,062[A ]| Age has innerved her charms so$5#1$ much 039:02,063[A ]| That$3$, fearless, all her eyes approach. 039:02,064[A ]| Each her autumnal face degrades 039:02,065[A ]| With "reverend mother of the maids"! 039:02,066[A ]| But it is ill-natured to$9$ run on$5$, 039:02,067[A ]| Forgetting what her charms have done; 039:02,068[A ]| To$4$ Teagueland we this beauty owe, 039:02,069[A ]| Teagueland her earliest charms did know: 039:02,070[A ]| There first her tyrant beauties reigned, 039:02,071[A ]| Wherever she looked she conquest gained. 039:02,072[A ]| No$2$ heart the glances could repel, 039:02,073[A ]| The Teagues by$4$ shoals before her fell; 039:02,074[A ]| And trotting bogs was all the art 039:02,075[A ]| The sound had left to$9$ save his heart. 039:02,076[A ]| She killed so$5#1$ fast, by$4$ my salvation, 039:02,077[A ]| She near dispeopled had the nation, 039:02,078[A ]| Though she, good soul, to$9$ save took care 039:02,079[A ]| All, all she could from sad despair. 039:02,080[A ]| From thence she hither came to$9$ prove 039:02,081[A ]| If yet her charms could kindle love. 039:02,082[A ]| But ah! it was too late to$9$ try, 039:02,083[A ]| For$3$ Spring was gone and Winter nigh: 039:02,084[A ]| Yet though her eyes such conquests made 039:02,085[A ]| That$3$ they were shunned or else obeyed, 039:02,086[A ]| Yet now her charms are so$5#1$ decayed, 039:02,087[A ]| She thanks each coxcomb that$6#1$ will$1$ deign 039:02,088[A ]| To$9$ praise her face and wear her chain. 039:02,089[A ]| So$3$ some old soldier who$6#1$ had done 039:02,090[A ]| Wonders in$4$ youth and battles won, 039:02,091[A ]| When feeble years his strength depose, 039:02,092[A ]| That$3$ he too weak to$9$ vanquish grows, 039:02,093[A ]| With mangled face and wooden leg, 039:02,094[A ]| Reduced about for$4$ alms to$9$ beg, 039:02,095[A ]| Overjoyed, a thousand thanks bestows 039:02,096[A ]| On$4$ him who$6#1$ but a farthing throws. 039:03,000[' ]| 039:03,000[' ]| 039:03,001[A ]| Of a splenetic nation I sing 039:03,002[A ]| Much troubled with frantic fits 039:03,003[A ]| Since the silly conceit of their King 039:03,004[A ]| Made the people run out of their wits. 039:03,005[A ]| Which$6#1$ caused them to$9$ send to$4$ the Hague 039:03,006[A ]| For$4$ a Doctor that$6#1$ dwelt in$4$ a ditch 039:03,007[A ]| Who$6#1$ brought over worse than the plague 039:03,008[A ]| To$9$ cure what was less than the Itch. 039:03,009[A ]| Before him he sent a long Bill 039:03,010[A ]| Pretending no$2$ cure no$2$ pay 039:03,011[A ]| But a pox of his bitter steel pill 039:03,012[A ]| He has purged all our money away. 039:03,013[A ]| But now the sharp humours increase 039:03,014[A ]| Inflamed by$4$ this Ignorant Quack 039:03,015[A ]| Poor England will$1$ never find ease 039:03,016[A ]| Till she send the Dutch Mountebank back. 039:03,017[A ]| May he sail with the next fair wind 039:03,018[A ]| And set up$5$ his stage at Ryswick 039:03,019[A ]| For$3$ neither before nor behind 039:03,020[A ]| Will$1$ we take any more of his physic. 039:04,000[' ]| 039:04,000[' ]| 039:04,001[A ]| In$4$ Milford*Lane near to$4$ St%*Clement's steeple 039:04,002[A ]| There lived a nymph kind to$4$ all Christian people. 039:04,003[A ]| A nymph she was whose comely mien and stature, 039:04,004[A ]| Whose height of eloquence and every feature 039:04,005[A ]| Struck through the hearts of city and of Whitehall, 039:04,006[A ]| And when they pleased to$9$ court her, did them right all. 039:04,007[A ]| Under her beauteous bosom there did lie 039:04,008[A ]| A belly smooth as any ivory. 039:04,009[A ]| Yet nature to$9$ declare her various art 039:04,010[A ]| Had placed a tuft in$4$ one convenient part; 039:04,011[A ]| No$2$ park with smoothest lawn or highest wood 039:04,012[A ]| Could ever compare with this admired abode. 039:04,013[A ]| Here all the youth of England did repair 039:04,014[A ]| To$9$ take their pleasure and to$9$ ease their care. 039:04,015[A ]| Here the distressed lover that$6#1$ had borne 039:04,016[A ]| His haughty mistress' anger and her scorn 039:04,017[A ]| Came for$4$ relief, and in$4$ this pleasant shade 039:04,018[A ]| Forgot the former and this nymph obeyed. 039:04,019[A ]| But yet what corner of the world is found, 039:04,020[A ]| Where pain our pleasure does not still surround? 039:04,021[A ]| One would have thought that$3$ in$4$ this shady grove 039:04,022[A ]| Nought could have dwelt but quiet, peace, and love. 039:04,023[A ]| But Heaven directed otherwise, for$3$ here 039:04,024[A ]| In$4$ midst of plenty bloody wars appear: 039:04,025[A ]| The gods will$1$ frown wherever they do smile; 039:04,026[A ]| The crocodile infests the fertile Nile. 039:04,027[A ]| Lions and tigers on$4$ the Libyan plains 039:04,028[A ]| Forbid all pleasures to$4$ the fearful swains; 039:04,029[A ]| Wild beasts in$4$ forests do the hunters fright: 039:04,030[A ]| They fear their ruin amidst of their delight. 039:04,031[A ]| Thus in$4$ the shade of this dark, silent bower 039:04,032[A ]| Strength strives with strength, and power vies with power. 039:04,033[A ]| Two mighty monsters did this wood infest, 039:04,034[A ]| And struck such awe and terror in$4$ the rest 039:04,035[A ]| That$3$ no$2$ Sicilian tyrant ever could boast 039:04,036[A ]| He ever with greater vigour ruled the roast. 039:04,037[A ]| Each had his empire, which$6#1$ he kept in$4$ awe, 039:04,038[A ]| Was by$4$ his will$0$ obeyed, allowed no$2$ law. 039:04,039[A ]| Nature so$5#1$ well divided had their states, 039:04,040[A ]| Nought but ambition could have changed their fates: 039:04,041[A ]| For$3$ between their empires stood a briny lake, 039:04,042[A ]| Deep as the poets do the centre make; 039:04,043[A ]| But dire ambition does admit no$2$ bounds ~~ 039:04,044[A ]| There are no$2$ limits to$4$ aspiring crowns. 039:04,045[A ]| The Spaniard by$4$ his Europe conquests bold, 039:04,046[A ]| Sailed over the ocean for$4$ the Indian gold; 039:04,047[A ]| The Carthaginian hero did not stay 039:04,048[A ]| Because he met vast mountains in$4$ his way. 039:04,049[A ]| He passed the Alps like$4$ molehills; such a mind 039:04,050[A ]| As thinks on$4$ conquest will$1$ be unconfined. 039:04,051[A ]| Both with these haughty thoughts one course do bend 039:04,052[A ]| To$9$ try if this vast lake had any end; 039:04,053[A ]| Where finding countries yet without a name, 039:04,054[A ]| They might by$4$ conquest get eternal fame. 039:04,055[A ]| After long marches, both their armies tired, 039:04,056[A ]| At length they find the place so$5#1$ much desired, 039:04,057[A ]| Where in$4$ a little time each does descry 039:04,058[A ]| The glimpse of an approaching enemy. 039:04,059[A ]| Each at the sight with equal pleasure move, 039:04,060[A ]| As we should do in$4$ well rewarded love: 039:04,061[A ]| Bloodthirsty souls, whose only perfect joy 039:04,062[A ]| Consists in$4$ what their fury can destroy. 039:04,063[A ]| And now both armies do prepare to$9$ fight, 039:04,064[A ]| And each the other unto war incite; 039:04,065[A ]| In$4$ vain, alas, for$3$ all their force and strength 039:04,066[A ]| Was quite consumed by$4$ their marches' length; 039:04,067[A ]| But the great chiefs, impatient of delay, 039:04,068[A ]| Resolve by$4$ single fight to$9$ try the day. 039:04,069[A ]| Each does the other with contempt defy, 039:04,070[A ]| Resolve by$4$ single fight to$9$ try the day. 039:04,071[A ]| Both armies are commanded to$9$ withdraw 039:04,072[A ]| In$4$ expectation who$6#1$ should give them law; 039:04,073[A ]| While the amazed spectators full of care, 039:04,074[A ]| Hope for$4$ a better, or worse tyrant fear. 039:04,075[A ]| And now these princes meet, now they engage 039:04,076[A ]| With all their chiefest strength and highest rage. 039:04,077[A ]| Now with their instruments of wrath they push 039:04,078[A ]| As hills in$4$ earthquakes on$4$ each other rush; 039:04,079[A ]| Where their militia lies is still in$4$ doubt, 039:04,080[A ]| Whether like$4$ elephants upon$4$ their snout, 039:04,081[A ]| Or if upon$4$ their heads vast horns they wore, 039:04,082[A ]| Or if they fought with tusks like$4$ fierce wild boar. 039:04,083[A ]| Some Greshamites perhaps with help of glass 039:04,084[A ]| And poring long upon$4$ it may chance to$9$ guess, 039:04,085[A ]| But no$2$ tradition has informed our age 039:04,086[A ]| What were their chiefest instruments of rage. 039:04,087[A ]| With small or no$2$ advantage they proceed; 039:04,088[A ]| Both are much bruised and their wounds do bleed; 039:04,089[A ]| Both keep their anger, both do loose their force; 039:04,090[A ]| Both get the better, neither gets the worse. 039:04,091[A ]| Justice herself might put into each scale 039:04,092[A ]| One of these princes and see neither fall. 039:04,093[A ]| Spurred on$5$ by$4$ fury, now they both provide 039:04,094[A ]| To$9$ let one grapple this great cause decide; 039:04,095[A ]| Joining, they strive, and such resistance make 039:04,096[A ]| Both fall together in$4$ the briny lake, 039:04,097[A ]| Where from the troubles of a tottering crown, 039:04,098[A ]| Each mighty monarch is laid gently down. 039:04,099[A ]| Both armies at this sight amazed stand 039:04,100[A ]| In$4$ doubt: who$6#2$ shall obey, who$6#2$ shall command; 039:04,101[A ]| In$4$ this extremity they both agree 039:04,102[A ]| A commonwealth their government shall be 039:05,000[' ]| 039:05,000[' ]| 039:05,001[A ]| Thou damned antipodes to$4$ common sense, 039:05,002[A ]| Thou foil to$4$ Flecknoe, Prithee tell from whence 039:05,003[A ]| Does all this mighty stock of dullness spring, 039:05,004[A ]| Which$6#1$ in$4$ such loads thou to$4$ the stage dost bring? 039:05,005[A ]| Is it all thy own, or hast thou from Snow*Hill 039:05,006[A ]| The assistance of some ballad-making quill? 039:05,007[A ]| No$7$, they fly higher yet; thy plays are such 039:05,008[A ]| I would swear they were translated out of Dutch: 039:05,009[A ]| And who$6#2$ the devil was ever yet so$5#1$ drunk 039:05,010[A ]| To$9$ own the volumes of Mynheer*Van*Dunk? 039:05,011[A ]| Fain would I know what diet thou dost keep, 039:05,012[A ]| If thou dost always or dost never sleep. 039:05,013[A ]| Sure hasty pudding is thy chiefest dish; 039:05,014[A ]| With lights and livers and with stinking fish, 039:05,015[A ]| Oxcheek, tripe, garbage, thou dost treat thy brain, 039:05,016[A ]| Which$6#1$ nobly pays this tribute back again. 039:05,017[A ]| With daisy roots thy dwarfish muse is fed: 039:05,018[A ]| A giant's body with a pygmy's head. 039:05,019[A ]| Canst thou not find amongst all thy numerous race 039:05,020[A ]| One friend so$5#1$ kind to$9$ tell thee that$3$ thy play is 039:05,021[A ]| Laughed at by$4$ box, pit, gallery, nay stage 039:05,022[A ]| And grown the nauseous grievance of this age? 039:05,023[A ]| Think on$4$ it a while, and thou wilt quickly find 039:05,024[A ]| Thy body made for$4$ labour, not thy mind. 039:05,025[A ]| No$2$ other use of paper thou shouldst make 039:05,026[A ]| But carrying loads of reams upon$4$ thy back. 039:05,027[A ]| Carry vast burdens till thy shoulders shrink, 039:05,028[A ]| But cursed be he that$6#1$ gives thee pen and ink: 039:05,029[A ]| Those dangerous weapons should be kept from fools, 039:05,030[A ]| As nurses from their children keep edge tools. 039:05,031[A ]| For$4$ thy dull muse a muckender were fit 039:05,032[A ]| To$9$ wipe the slaverings of her infant wit, 039:05,033[A ]| Which$6#1$, though it is late, if justice could be found, 039:05,034[A ]| Should like$4$ blind, new-born puppies yet be drowned. 039:05,035[A ]| For$3$ were it not we must respect afford 039:05,036[A ]| To$4$ any muse that$6#1$ is grandchild to$4$ a lord, 039:05,037[A ]| Thine in$4$ the ducking stool should take her seat, 039:05,038[A ]| Drenched like$4$ herself in$4$ a great chair of state, 039:05,039[A ]| Where like$4$ a muse of quality she will$1$ die, 039:05,040[A ]| And thou thyself shalt make her elegy