Think of that moment, you who Prudence boast; For fuch a moment, Prudence well were loft. CARDELIA. At the Groom-Porter's, batter'd Bullies play, SMILINDA. Soft Simplicetta doats upon a Beau; Prudina likes a Man, and laughs at Show, Their several graces in my Sharper meet; Strong as the Footman, as the Master sweet. LOVET. Cease your contention, which has been too long; I grow impatient, and the Tea's too strong. 100 105 110 VER VERBATIM FROM BOILEAU. UN JOUR DIT UN AUTEUR, &c. NCE (fays an Author, where I need not fay) ONCE Two Travellers found an Oyster in their way; Before her each with clamour pleads the Laws, ANSWER to the following Queftion of Mrs. HowE. WHAT IS PRUDERY? Seen with Wit and Beauty feldom. 'Tis a Beldam, 'Tis a fear that starts at fhadows. Occafioned Occafioned by fome Verses of his Grace the Duke of BUCKINGHAM. MUSE, 'tis enough: at length thy labour ends, And thou shalt live, for Buckingham commends. Let Crowds of Critics now my verse affail, 'Let Dennis write, and nameless numbers rail: This more than pays whole years of thankless pain, Time, health, and fortune, are not lost in vain. Sheffield approves, confenting Phoebus bends, And I and Malice from this hour are friends. A PROLOGUE BY MR. POPE, To a Play for Mr. DENNIS'S Benefit, in 1733, when he was, old, blind, and in great Distress, a little before his Death. A S when that Hero, who in each Campaign, Had brav'd the Goth, and many a Vandal flain, Lay Fortune-ftruck, a spectacle of Woe! Wept by each Friend, forgiv'n by every Foe: But pitied Belifarius old and blind? 5 Was there a Chief but melted at the Sight? A common Soldier, but who clubb'd his Mite? Such Such, fuch emotions fhould in Britons rife, 10 How chang'd from him who made the boxes groan, 15 If there's a Senior, who contemns this age; And be the Critic's, Briton's, Old Man's Friend. 20 W MAC E R: A CHARACT E R. HEN fimple Macer, now of high renown, There There he stopp'd short, nor fince has writ a tittle, ΙΟ Now he begs Verfe, and what he gets commends, Thought wondrous honeft, though of mean degree, In a tranflated Suit, then tries the Town, And in four Months a batter'd Harridan. 20 Now nothing left, but wither'd, pale, and shrunk, 25 To bawd for others, and go shares with Punk. To |