"Preferve, O urn! his filent duft, AUGUSTA. RECITATIVE. Genius of Britain! give thy forrows o'er. BRITANNI A. RECITATIVE. I own the new arifing light, I fee paternal grandeur fhine, Defcending, through th' illuftrious line, 65 70 75. Laft DUETTO, with all the inftruments. BRIT. Gently fmooth thy flight, O time! AUG. Smoothly wing thy flight, O time! BOTH. And as thou flying groweft old, Still this happy race behold In Britannia's court fublime. 80 85 BRIT. Lead along their smiling hours; Still this happy race behold EPILOGUE Spoken by Mr. MILLS, 90. At the Queen's Theatre, on his Benefit-Night, February 16, 1709; a little before the Duke of Marlborough's going for Holland. WHETHER our stage all others does excell In ftrength of wit, we'll not presume to tell: But this, with noble, confcious pride, we'll fay, No Theatre fuch glories can difplay; Such worth confpicuous, beauty fo divine, Valour and Beauty still were Britain's claim, 15 By both the Mufes live, from both they catch their flame. Then as by you, in folid glory bright, Our envy'd ifle through Europe spreads her light, 20 And mark the golden track of Anne's distinguish'd reign; So, by your presence here, we'll strive to raise 25 WRITTEN IN A WINDOW A T GREENHI THE. GREAT prefident of light, and eye of day, Confefs that, in your progress round the sphere, You've found the happiest youths and brightest beauties here. THE TOASTERS. WHILE circling healths inspire your sprightly wit, And on each glass some beauty's praise is writ, TOFTS AND MARGARETTA. MUSIC has learn'd the difcords of the state, And concerts jar with whig and tory hate. Here Somerfet and Devonshire attend The British Tofts, and every note commend, Lull'd Lull'd statesmen melt away their drowsy cares Who would not send each year blank paffts o'er, THE WANDERING BEAUTY. I. THE Graces and the wandering Loves Are fled to diftant plains, To chace the fawns, or deep in groves II. But fee! implor'd, by moving prayers, Proud mortals, who this maid purfue, Think you, she'll e'er resign ? Ceafe, fools, your wishes to renew, Or you, like her, divine! |