If grave and CAVE here buried lye, Go, reader, and report here lies a CAVE, Who conquers death, and buries his own grave. CAVE, ave in æternitatem. Grubftreet Journal, No 108. B Dear BAVY, compa EING at the tavern with fome friends to ther night, as his majesty's fpeech lay before us, one of the ny, prefuming on he good confequences of a peace fo eftablished, fcribbled over this fong, which you may infert in your next GRUB, or not, juft as you think fit. Yours, BRITANNICUS. JAN. 18th, 1731-2. EACE, return'd on downy wings, Who has EUROPES's fate decreed. War no more, destructive war, Now ye hinds fecurely plow; Reap the fruitful year's increafe: Banish forrow ev'ry brow; Wealth and honour flow from peace. To great GEORGE, &C. Lo! the merchant trufts the main : Traffic Traffic free, and taxes waining, To great GEORGE, &C. Each scene I view'd did but my woes proclaim, Curfe on that pity then, which meanly gave- with freedom held in chains.. Treafon, if once refolv'd to ftrike, whene'er She draws the sword must bleed, or perfevere.. Who injure states, muft either die or kill; First draw the fteel, then caft the fheath away. From treafon once begun, whoever fly Sharpen that fword by which themselves fhall die In fhallow plots their danger when they fee, Grubftreet Journal, No 109. Mr. MAVIUS looking upon the BANQUETTING-HOUSE at WHITE-HALL, JAN. 30. 1731. W THEN this fine palace funk in rifing flame, What providence preferv'd this noblest part? A lafting monument confign'd to fame, Of STUART's grandeur, and of JONES's art? II. No doubt, for wifest purpose heav'n decreed, If that, a bleffing; but if this a curfe Has ever fince purfu'd BRITANNIA's land: The fourth may plainly fee heav'n's vengeful hand. 'Till then this dome here opportunely shines, V. Whilft fome, detefting that vile barbarous age, From thoughts directly oppofite as thefe, VII. Th VII. Th' EGYPTIANS thus, as NILE's vaft floods retreat, Grubftreet Journal, No 110. TH HE following PROLOGUE and EPILOGUE were fpoken at the acting of the ORPHAN, by fome scholars at a private school, about three years ago; and a few copies of them printed upon a sheet by themfelves. We think them fo good, that they ought to be made more public, and preferved to pofterity in the memoirs of our fociety. PROLOGUE Spoken by a Young NOBLEMAN, who acted POLYDOR. W 'Ond'rous the bard, whose happy tragic vein Draws joy from tears, and pleases us with pain! In this the tender OTWAY's mufe was chief: He grieves us, yet we thank him for our grief. So touch the paffions, and command the heart; See with fuch rage the rival brothers burn, And with so sweet a grace the lovely ORPHAN mourn, Thus OTWAY Wrote: but how fhall our green age,.. Ill fuited to the labours of the stage, To fuch a celebrated piece be true, And give the elegant diftrefs it's due ? The rafh CHAMONT, we fear, you'll fee scarce brave; P.3 Fierce: Fierce POLYDOR too feebly dare his foe? EPILOGUE Spoken by a Young GENTLE. MY This younger brother's part is all in all. bi FY birthright's privilege is fure but fmall : He trick'd me in the play: and now that's over, I un-CASTALIO'D, he un-POLYDOR'D, Where's DOCTOR FAUSTUS, and the flying letters! For men, not children we make no pretence Dear BAVY, A and SENSE.. BAVIUS. Military author of a late damn'd dramatick performance, is continually complaining of the injuftice of the town but what, more particularly affects him is, the hard page |