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Paint, patches, jewels laid aside,
The evening has the day belied;
FORMA DONUM FRAGILE.
WHAT a frail thing is beauty! says baron Le Cras,
A CRITICAL MOMENT
How capricious were Nature and Art to poor Nell! She was painting her cheeks at the time her nose fell.
VAIN the concern which you express,
That uncall’d Alard will possess
And that Macbeth was haunted less
With fifteen thousand pounds a year,
Do you complain, you cannot bear
Good Alard, faith, is modester
Lend him but fifty louis-d'or;
And you shall never see him more:
Why do the gods indulge our store,
EPILOGUE TO PHAEIORA AND HIPPOLITUS.1 BY MIR. EDMUND SMITH. SPOR EN BY MIRS.
OLDFIELD, WHO ACTED ISMENA.
LADIES, to-night your pity I implore
1 This excellent tragedy, although performed by Betterton, Booth, Mrs. Barry, and Mrs. Oldfield, met with but a very cold reception from the public on its first appearance. In the Spectator, No. 18, Mr. Addison says—“Would one think it was possible (at a time when an author lived that was able to write the Phaedra and Hippolitus) for a people to be so stupidly fond of the Italian opera, as scarce to give a third day's hearing to that admirable tragedy.” The prologue to it was written by Mr. Addison.
And comes to town to let us moderns know, How women lov’d two thousand years ago. If that be all, said I, e'en burn your play: Egad! we know all that, as well as they: Show us the youthful, handsome charioteer, Firm in his seat, and running his career; Our souls would kindle with as generous flames, As e'er inspir'd the ancient Grecian dames: Every Ismena would resign her breast; And every dear Hippolitus be blest. But, as it is, six flouncing Flanders mares Are even as good as any two of theirs: And if Hippolitus can but contrive To buy the gilded chariot, John can drive. Now of the bustle you have seen to-day, And Phaedra's morals in this scholar's play, Something at least in justice should be said; But this Hippolitus so fills one's head Well! Phaedra liv'd as chastely as she could ! For she was father Jove's own flesh and blood. Her awkward love indeed was oddly fated; She and her Poly were too near related; And yet that scruple had been laid aside, If honest Theseus had but fairly died: But when he came, what needed he to know, But that all matters stood in statu quo? There was no harm, you see; or grant there were. She might want conduct; but he wanted care. 'Twas in a husband little less than rude, Upon his wife's retirement to intrude—
He should have sent a night or two before,
EPILOGUE TO LUCIUS.1 A TRAGEDY, BY MRS. DE LA RIVIERE MANLEY SPOKEN BY MRS. HORTON.
THE female author who recites to-day,
1 This play was acted at Drury-lane, in 1717, with success. In the dedication to Sir Richard Steele, who wrote a prologue to it, the author apologizes for the severity of her former writings against him.
In ancient Greece, she says, when Sappho writ,