Which charms each ravish'd fenfe Of funk magnificence. VIII. The verdant lawns, the wood-crown'd hills, The flow'rs which blended odours fhed, IX. Sweet fcenes! by Nature's pencil plann'd, Tho' rafhly I've abjur'd the Mufe, X. Defponding thus did you lament, And And favour your approaches. Nay, ceafe, unjustly (I replied)... To tax me with contempt and pride, And load me with reproaches. XI. Whene'er I bow'd before your shrine, I never fought poetic fame, XII. But could I hope to gain from you And elevate my ftile ? XIII. I'd fervently your aid implore; I'd fcribble doggrel rhimes no more ; Would grateful join a nation's praise, With Camden's honour'd name. ON the 10th of January, 1777, the Comedy of the Provok'd Hufband was acted, at a New Theatre, near Henley upon Thames, by the following per fons: WAS SPOKEN BY LORD VILLIERS. MOST raw recruits, in times of Peace appear H Whilft hardy vet'rans, long inur'd to arms, Thus we, unpractis'd in the stage's arts, (Tho' fure to pleafe) might feel fome palpitation. EPILOGUE, WRITTEN BY MR. COLMAN, FOR LADY WRONG.. HEAD, AND ALTERED FOR MANLY. SPOKEN BY MR. MILLES. I FEAR the Ladies think my last night's dealing Betray'd a heart quite destitute of feeling; Who Which late you rafhly made, When, in a pettish mood, you swore To leave off rhyming, and no more Invoke the Mufe's aid? II. When young, by tender tales of love Help me, fome friendly Mufe, you cried, And when III. you ftrove in verfe to raise IV. But older now and wifer grown, These vain connexions you difown, Our |