M SONG. Yrtylla, like Time, is always a flying, She regards not my Tears, nor pities my Sighing, But when she flips by me, oh! then I complain, Nor Wishes, nor Words can recal him again, Then, my Friend, be advis'd, for old Time has, you know, A Lock on his Forehead, Myrtylla below: And if you would have her to fly you no more, M Thus Tranflated Extempore. E Myrtilla fugit rapidâ velocior horâ Siftitur haud lachrymis illa, nec hora, meis; Deferto extorquet miferas fugitiva querelas, Chare Puer, crines (experto crede Sodali) The Damn'd from all their Pains were eas'd, Not that his Mufick so much pleas'd, But that the Oddness of the Matter Had juftly made their Wonder greater. Pluto enrag'd that any He Should enter his Dominions free, But yet in Juftice to his Voice, EPILOGUE TO THE TRAGEDY OF Bufiris, King of Egypt. HE Race of Criticks, dull judicious Rogues, From a fad Tale fhould go in Tears. away, From hence, quite home, fhould Streams of Sorrows fhed, And drown'd in Grief feal fupperlefs to Bed, This Doctrine is so grave, the Sparks won't bear it, They love to go in Humour to their Claret. The Cit, who owns a little Fun worth buying, But Love might turn our Heads, and break our Hearts; Might people Bedlam with our Belles and Beaux? Hence I, who lately bid Adieu to Pleasure, I know, ye Beasts, you reckon it a Sin. 'Tis ftrange that Crimes the fame, in diff'rent Plays, Should move our Horror, and our Laughter raise, Love's Joy fecure the Comick Actor trys, And if he's wicked in Blank Verfe, he dies. The Farce, where Wives prove frail, still takes the best, And the poor Cuckold is a ftanding Jeft: But our grave Bard, a virtuous Son of Ifis, Counts a bold Stroke in Love among the Vices, In Blood and Wounds a guilty Land he dips ye, What musty Morals fill an Oxford Head, You, who know better things, will fure approve 'Thofe Scenes, that fhew the boundless Pow'r of Love. Let, when they will, th' Italian Things appear, This Play, we truft, fhall throng an Audience here. Bold Myron's Paffion, up to Frenzy wrought, Would ill be warbled thro' an Eunuch's Throat; His Part, at leaft, his Part requires a MAN, Let Nicolini act it if he can. |