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If grave and CAVE here buried lye, Then, grave, where is thy victory! Go, reader, and report here lies a CAVE, Who conquers death, and buries his own grave. CAVE, ave in æternitatem.
Grubftreet Journal, No 108.
EING at the tavern with fome friends to ther night, as his majesty's Ipeech lay before us, one of the company, prefuming on he good confequences of a peace fo eftablished, scribbled over this fong, which you may infert in your next GRUB, or not, juft as you think fit.
JAN. 18th, 1731-2.
EACE, return'd on downy wings, Fame and triumph with her brings: Happy BRITAIN! blefs the day
When the jarring powers agreed:
Who has EUROPES's fate decreed.
War no more, deftructive war,
Now ye hinds fecurely plow;
Wealth and honour flow from peace.
Lo! the merchant trufts the main :
Traffic free, and taxes waining,
Sep'rate Int'refts now no more;
Each scene I view'd did but my woes proclaim,
Curfe on that pity then, which meanly gave My body freedom-------kept my mind a flave. 'Twas cruelty, not love, an art could find To fave the man - yet captivate the mind. Scorning that mercy, which my foul detains In flavery ftill with freedom held in chains.
Treafon, if once refolv'd to ftrike, whene'er
Grubftreet Journal, No 109.
Mr. MÆVIUS looking upon the BANQUETTING-HOUSE at WHITE-HALL, JAN. 30.
HEN 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?
No doubt, for wifeft purpose heav'n decreed,
Has ever fince purfu'd BRITANNIA's land:
The fourth may plainly fee heav'n's vengeful hand.
For deprecation, and thankf-giving too::
Whilft fome, detefting that vile barbarous age,
What fiend poffefs'd thofe godly villains, afk: Others declare, had they then trod the ftage, They'd ftruck the glorious ftroke without a mask.
From thoughts directly oppofite as thefe,
Th' EGYPTIANS thus, as NILE's vaft floods retreat,
Grubstreet Journal, No 110.
HE following PROLOGUE and EPILOGUE were fpoken at the acting of the ORPHAN, by fome fcholars at a private school, about three years ago; and a few copies of them printed upon a sheet by themselves. 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.
'Ond'rous the bard, whofe happy tragic vein
So touch the paffions, and command the heart;
Young, innocent, deluded, in defpair;
Thus OTWAY Wrote: but how fhall our green age,.
And mad CASTALIO impotently rave;.
Fierce POLYDOR too feebly dare his foe?
EPILOGUE Spoken by a Young GENTLE
My is fure but small:
This younger brother's part is all in all.
Where's DOCTOR FAUSTUS, and the flying letters!
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