Tir'd with contempt, fhe quits the flipp'ry reign, Where* then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Which heav'n may hear, nor deem religion vain. *Ver. 346. — ვ66. D 2 For For love, which scarce collective man can fill; And makes the happiness fhe does not find. PROLOGU E. YE E glitt'ring Train! whom lace and velvet blefs, In pow'r dependent, in fuccefs depreft. If truths like these with pleafing language join; Ennobled, yet unchang'd, if Nature shine: If no wild draught depart from Reason's rules, Nor gods his heroes, nor his lovers fools: Intriguing wits! his artless plot forgive; And spare him, beauties; tho' his lovers live. Be this at least his praife; be this his pride; To force applaufe no modern arts are try’d. Shou'd partial cat-calls all his hopes confound, He bids no trumpet quell the fatal found. Shou'd welcome fleep relieve the weary wit, He rolls no thunders o'er the drowsy pit. |