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With her trumpet-tongues proclaim
The loved, revered, immortal name, Shakspeare! Shakspeare! Shakspeare!
Sweetest bard that ever sung,
Come each Muse, and sister Grace,
Bring the laurel, bring the flowers,
Tho' Philip's famed unconquer'd son,'
· But when our Shakspeare's matchless pen, Like Alexander's sword had done with men; He heaved no sigh, he made no moan,
Not limited to human kind,
He fired his wonder-teaming mind,
PROLOGUE TO TASTE. Spoken by Mr. Garrick, in the Character of an
Before this court I Peter Puff appear, .
'Tis said this night a certain wag intends
Should this odd doctrine spread throughout thie
land, Before you buy be sure to understand, Oh think on us what various ills will flow, When great ones only purchase—what they know, What ! laugh at Taste? It is a harmless fashion, And quite subdues each detrimental passion; The fair one's hearts will ne'er incline to man, While thus they rage for-china and japan. The virtuoso too, and connoisseur, Are ever decent, delicate, and pure; The smallest hair their looser thoughts might hold, Just warm when singlemand when married cold; Their blood at sight of beauty gently flows; Their Venus must be old, and want a nose ! No amourous passion with deep knowledge
thrives; 'Tis the complaint indeed of all our wives! 'T'is said Virtû to such a height is grown, All artists are encouraged—but our own. Be not deceived, I here declare on oath, I never yet sold goods of foreign growth: Ne'er sent commissions out to Greece or Romeo My best antiquities are made at home. I've Romans, Greeks, Italians, near at hand, Free Britons all--and living in the Strand.
I ne'er for trinkets rack my pericranium,
But hush -
Dr. Langhorne was Rector of Blagden, in Somersetshire,
and is well known as the translator of Plutarch's Lives. He was also author of several other literary productions.
Hymn to Humanity.
Parent of virtue, if thine ear
Attend not now to sorrow's cry ;
Should haply on thy cheeks be dry;