SOLO by the Doctor.

Hear but this strain—'twas made by Handel,

A wight of skill, and judgment deep ! Zoonters they're gone—Sal, bring a candle

No, here is one, and he's asleep.

DUETTE.

Dr. -How cou'd they go,

Soft music.
Whilft I do play?
SAL. How cou'd they go ?

Warlike music.
How shou'd they stay?

EPILOGUE to the Tragedy of Cleone.

WELL

ELL, ladies--so much for the tragic stile
And now the custom is to make

you

smile. To make us smile !-methinks I hear you say“ Why, who can help it, at so strange a play? The captain gone three years!and then to blame The faultless conduct of his virtuous dame! My stars !--what gentle belle would think it treason, When thus provok'd, to give the brute some reason? Out of my house !—this night, forsooth depart ! A modern wife had faid—“ With all my heartBut think not, haughty Sir, I'll go

alone! Order your coach-conduct me safe to town

Give

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 charmıs of youth;
When women hid their necks, and veil'd their faces,
Nor romp’d, nor rak’d, nor star'd at public places,
Nor took the airs of amazons for

graces :
Then plain domestic virtues were the mode,
And wives ne'er dreamt of happiness abroad;
They lov'd their children, learnt no faunting airs,
But with the joys of wedlock mixt the cares.
Those times are past--yet sure they merit praise,
For marriage triumph'd in those golden days:
By chaste 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 lustre amiable as bright,
And give the soul, as well as sense, delight;
Reclaim from folly a fantastic age,
That scorns the press, the pulpit, and the stage.
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, compose the jars of strife,
And pour the balm that sweetens human life.

MORAL

MORAL PIECES

Vol. I.

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JUDGMENT of HERCULES.

WHile blooming spring descends from genial skies,

By whose mild influence instant wonders rise ; From whose soft breath Elysian beauties flow; The sweets of Hagley, or the pride of STOWE; Will Lyttelton the rural landskip range, Leave noisy fame, and not regret the change Pleas'd will he tread the garden's early scenes, And learn a moral from the rising greens ? There, warm'd alike by Sol's enliv’ning pow'r, The weed, aspiring, emulates the flow'r : The drooping fow'r, its fairer charms display'd, Invites, from grateful hands, their gen'rous aid : R 2

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