Each flood awhile, as 'twere fufpended,
And loth to do, what each intended.
At length with foft pathetic fighs,
The matron, bent with age, replies.
'Tis vain to strive-justice, I know,
And our ill ftars will have it fo
But let my tears your wrath affuage,
And fhew fome deference for age!
Í from a diftant village came,
Am old, G- knows, and fomething lame;
And if we yield, as yield we muft,
Dispatch my crazy body first.
Our shepherd, like the Phrygian fwain,
When circled round on IDA's plain,
With goddeffes he ftood fufpended,
And PALLAS's grave speech was ended,
Own'd what the afk'd might be his duty; But paid the compliment to beauty. tttttttttttttttttttck
To be performed by Dr. BRETTLE, and a Chorus of HALES-OWEN CITIZENS.
The Inftrumental Part, a Viol d'Amour.
AIR by the DOCTOR.
WAKE! I fay, awake good people!
And be for once alive and gay;
Come let's be merry; ftir the tipple;
How can you fleep,
Whilft I do play? how can you sleep, &c.
Pardon, O! pardon, great musician!
On drowsy fouls fome pity take!
For wond'rous hard is our condition,
To drink thy beer,
Thy ftrains to hear;
To drink,
EPILOGUE to the Tragedy of CLEONE.
ELL, ladies fo much for the tragic ftile
And now the custom is to make you smile.
To make us fmile! methinks I hear you fay
Why, who can help it, at so strange a play?
The captain gone three years!
The faultlefs conduct of his virtuous dame!
My ftars!
what gentle belle would think it treafon,
When thus provok'd, to give the brute fome reafon ?
Out of my house! this night, forfooth depart!
A modern wife had faid "With all my
But think not, haughty Sir, I'll go alone!
Order your coach-conduct me fafe to town
Give me my jewels, wardrobe, and my maid-
And pray take care my pin-money be paid."
Such is the language of each modifh fair!
Yet memoirs, not of modern growth, declare
The time has been when modesty and truth
Were deem'd additions to the charms of youth;
When women hid their necks, and veil'd their faces,
Nor romp'd, nor rak'd, nor ftar'd at public places,
'Nor took the airs of amazons for graces :
Then plain domeftic virtues were the mode,
And wives ne'er dreamt of happiness abroad;
They lov'd their children, learnt no flaunting airs,
But with the joys of wedlock mixt the cares.
Thofe times are paft-yet fure they merit praife,
For marriage triumph'd in thofe golden days:
By chafte decorum they affection gain'd;
By faith and fondness what they won, maintain'd,
'Tis yours, ye fair, to bring those days agen,
And form anew the hearts of thoughtless men;
Make beauty's luftre amiable as bright,
And give the foul, as well as fenfe, delight;
Reclaim from folly a fantastic age,
That fcorns the prefs, the pulpit, and the ftage,
Let truth and tenderness your breasts adorn,
The marriage chain with transport shall be worn;
Each blooming virgin rais'd into a bride,
Shall double all their joys, their cares divide;
Alleviate grief, compofe the jars of ftrife,
And pour
the balm that sweetens human life.
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