PROLOGUE TO THE COMEDY CALL'D Chitt-Chatt. HE ugly Beau by frequent use of Glass, Juft fo it fares with Fops of Phabus Strain,' They read their Nonsense o'er and o'er again, This from our Author, I am bid to say, In whofe Example this fad Truth appears, And all that makes a well-wrought Drama shine? Obferve him well, ye Learn'd in State-Intrigues, Your Schemes, as foon as form'd, are all reveal'd; But here the Action's done, and yet the Plot's conceal'd. Ο Ν On the Late QUEEN' ROM this Aufpicious Day three Kingdoms The fairest Favours of indulgent Fate: From this the Months in radiant Circle run, As Stars receive their Luftre from the Sun. To You the Scepters of all Europe Bend, Mild amidst Triumphs, Victory bestows But as the brightest Beams and gentleft Show'rs, What Pow'r can then forbid the Warrior QUEEN, From this propitious Omen we presage Safe Safe in their Shades the Mufes fhall remain, So, whilft offended Heav'n exerts its Power, Swift fly the Light'nings, loud the Cannons roar; But when our Incense reconciles the Skies, Again the radiant Beams begin to rise; Soft Zephyrs gently waft the Clouds away, PRO |