104 EPILOGUE SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES. No-I will act, I'll vindicate the stage: Give me another horse! bind up my wounds !—soft -'twas but a dream. Aye, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating, If I cease Harlequin, I cease from eating. 'Twas thus that Esop's stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless, Once on the margin of a fountain stood, And cavilled at his image in the flood. [shanks. "The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick They never have my gratitude nor thanks; How piercing is that eye! how sleek that brow! [Taking a jump through the stage door. ON THE TAKING OF QUEBEC. AMIDST the clamours of exulting joys, Which triumph forces from the patriot heart, Grief dares to mingle her soul-piercing voice, And quells the raptures which from pleasure start. O Wolff, to thee a streaming flood of wo, Sighing we pay, and think e'en conquest dear; Quebec in vain shall teach our breast to glow, Whilst thy sad fate extorts the heart-wrung tear. Alive the foe thy dreadful vigour fled, And saw thee fall with joy-pronouncing eyes: Yet they shall know thou conquerest, though dead! Since from thy tomb a thousand heroes rise. ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH, Struck Blind by Lightning. SURE 'twas by Providence designed Rather in pity than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind, To save him from Narcissus' fate. I 2 WEEPING, murmuring, complaining, Lost to every gay delight; Yet why impair thy bright perfection? SONG I. From the Ora orio of the Captivity. THE wretch condemned with life to part, Still, still on hope relies; And ev'ry pang that rends the heart, Hope, like the glimm'ring taper's light, And still as darker grows the night, Emits a brighter ray. Intended to have been sung in the Comedy of "She Stoops to Conquer." Ан H me! when shall I marry me ? He, fond youth! that could carry me, Not a look, not a smile shall my passion discover. SONG III. MEMORY! thou fond deceiver, Still importunate and vain, To former joys recurring ever And turning all the past to pain: Thou, like the world, the opprest oppressing, And he who wants each other blessing, In thee must ever find a foe. W The only art her guilt to cover, THE CLOWN'S REPLY. J OHN TROTT was desired by two witty peers, To tell them the reason why asses had ears? "An't please you," quoth John, "I'm not given to letters, Nor dare I pretend to know more than my betters, Howe'er, from this time, I shall ne'er see your graces, As I hope to be saved.! without thinking on asses." Edinburgh, 1753. |