Know ye to-night, that his prefumptuous works, In his next Trip, he'll mount us to the Moon. Methinks I hear him fay-" For mercy's fake Hold your rash tongue-my Love and Fame's at stake; When behold me-diffident-diftreft ! you 'Tis cruelty to make my woes a jest: Well-if you will-but why should I distrust ? I know them well, have oft their friendship try'd, Hoping to please, he form'd this bustling plan; A PRO PROLOGUE, 'T То RULE A WIFE. SPOKEN AT EDINBURGH. IS an odd portrait that the poet drew! 'Mongft us-thank heaven-the character's unknown, (Bards have creative faculties we own) And this appears a picture from his brain, Should we the portrait with the fex compare, Rude were the rules our fathers form'd of old, Nor urge the tenet, tho' from Fletcher's fchool, That every A matri A matrimonial medium may be hit, The nuptial torch with decent brightness burns, A PROLOGUE, ON REVIVING THE MERCHANT OF VENICE, AT THE TIME THE BILL HAD PASSED FOR NATURALIZING THE JEWS. WIXT the fons of the ftage, without pensions And the vagabond Jews, are fome fimilar cafes; flander, Both lawlefs, alike, have been fentenc'd to wander; But 'tis Hebrew, I believe, and that's tafte, as I take it. Well Well -now to the point-I'm fent here with commiffion, To present this fair circle our humble petition: Like our good fathers-Abraham, Ifaac, and Jacob; This SHYLOCK, the Jew, whom we mean to reftore ye, Was naturaliz'd oft by your fathers before ye; Then take him to-night to your kindest compaffion, For to countenance Jews is the pink of the fashion. A PROLOGUE, FOR SOME COUNTRY I DEVIL OF A WIFE, 1N THE HOLIDAYS. N days of yore, when round the jovial board, With harmless mirth, and focial plenty stor❜d, Our parent Britons quaff'd their nut-brown ale, And carols fung, or told the Christmas tale; In ftruts St. George, Old England's champion knight, With hafty steps, impatient to recite "How he had kill'd the dragon, once in fight." From ev'ry fide-from Troy-from antient Greece, Princes pour in to fwell the motly piece; And while their deeds of prowess they rehearse, Intent to raise this evening's cordial mirth, But give you nature in her homespun dress; His ftrap, more fam'd than George's lance of old, A PRO |