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Science in books no longer we pursue,
Minerva's felf in Harriet's face we view;
For when with beauty we can virtue join,
We paint the femblance of a form divine.

Their pious incenfe let our neighbours bring, To the kind mem'ry of fome bounteous King, With grateful hand, due altars let them raise, To fome good Knight's or holy Prelate's praise; We tune our voices to a nobler theme, Your eyes we blefs, your praises we proclaim, Saint John's was founded in a woman's name. Enjoin'd by ftatute, to the fair we bow; In fpite of time we keep our ancient vow; What Margaret Tudor was is Harriet Harley now.

PROLOGUE TO THE ORPHAN.

Reprefented by fome of the Weftminfter-Scholars, at Hickford's dancing-room in Panton-ftreet, near Leicefter-fields, the fecond of February, 1720.

Spoken by the Lord DUPLIN, who acted CORDELIO. †

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HAT! would my humble comrades have me Gentle fpectators, pray excufe the play? [fay? Such work by hireling actors fhou'd be done, Whom you may clap or hifs for half a crown:

• Sir Thomas White was the founder of St. John's College, Oxon; and the greatest benefactor, next to him, was Archbishop Laud.

The Page in the Orphan,

Our gen'rous fcenes for friendship we repeat;
And if we don't delight; at least we treat.
Ours is the damage, if we chance to blunder,
We may be afk'd whofe patent we aƐt under?

How fhall we gain your Alamode de France?
We hir'd this room; but none of us can dance.
In cutting capers we shall never please:
Our learning does not lie below our knees.

Shall we procure you fymphony and found? Then you must each subscribe two hundred pound, There we should fail too, as to point of voice: Miftake us not: We're no Italian boys: True Britons born: from Westminster we come; And only speak the ftyle of antient Rome. We would deferve, not poorly beg applaufe; And ftand or fall by Friend's and Busby's laws.

For the distress'd your pity we implore: If once refus'd, we'll trouble you no more, But leave our Orphan fqualling at your door.

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