I'll hold it valid beyond all denial; For fome of us are brought to take our trial. See there my fellow-culprits in their places: EPI + Bishop Porteus, who was prefent. EPILOGUE, SPOKEN BY A YOUNG GENTLEMAN, WHO K WAS GOING TO COLLEGE, 1787. IND friends! I come to pay my last adieu : For much I owe to ‡ you, and || you, and § you. No more I fportive tread this well-worn floor, Or con in order prim the learned lore; Careful to prove, with anatomic art, How grammar-concords fit each little part; Hard task, I ween, to ftep with native ease And build, by Lily's rules, the founding line! For how can Lily give the energy divine? The audience. The mafter. § The boys. Yet have the beauties of the claffic page Oft charm'd the wand'rings of my thoughtless age, Rapt me from Deva's banks to Mantuan plains, To hear in beechen fhades the loves of fwains; Oft too, by Homer and by fancy led, I join'd with heroes at the battle's head, And grew a demi-hero as I read. Sweet bards, I charge on you no irksome toil : Your magic ftrains e'en fchool-boy-cares beguile : my warm heart will ever aim to prove, Mind not the Syren Ease; her promis'd joy No more with you I take my station here, mind Dear youths, farewel! tho' hope may fire my In tatter'd plight the Mufes prompt my tongue, These still are true, nor fear a tyrant's frown, For, urg'd by grief, I feel the blight of Age; His tyrant-hand hath feiz'd his feeble prey, O'er my poor head he pours his hoary rage; And my fhrunk frame now trembles with decay. Welcome is Death, when life is pain and care, Who comes, invok'd, to ftop the wretch's cries: But ah! too oft his ear rejects our pray❜r, Nor deigns his hand to close our weeping eyes. Faithlefs, |