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And yet, with all their beauties, all their care, Nor Santlow, Wilks, nor Oldfield, please the fair. Bless'd with their praise, Italian songsters thrive, A beaver-race, that geld themselves to live. ... Strange force of whimsy" that the fair should prize so 2) A warbling vagabond whom all despise w Ev’n to himself of old an eunuch seem’d Worse than a beast, though now so much esteem'd; ! So frogs by Frenchmen are as dainties stew’d, y And what was Egypt's plague is France's food.49.
How odd the fancy, how absurd the sight I To see that Hercules, who in one night !, Full fifty dames in heat of blood contented, co ... Now by a sapless gelding represented; With greater justice from the Lydian queen, Since dwindled from a man, he learn'd to spin.
For loftier lays, and nobler chiefs than these,
s’ At once the French and Stygian tyrant braves,
Ilus's niggard son, to raise his Troy, / The Gods and great Alcides did employ; That done, ungrateful grew, nor would defray His hero and the hireling powers their pay; 4 ee But our more pious Princess, who no less T From Heaven and Marlborough has deriv'd success, By giving Blenheim and these piles, has given Their just rewards to Hercules and Heaven.
Br ROBERT LLOYD, M. A.
Acting, dear Thornton, its perfection draws
'Tis thine to lead, with more than magic skill,
Perfection's top, with weary toil and pain,
Or fool, or monarch, happy, or distrest,
Once on the stage, in Rome's declining days, When Christians were the subječt of their plays,” E’er persecution dropp'd her iron rod, And men still wag’d an impious war with God, An actor florish'd of no vulgar fame, Nature's disciple, and Genest his name. A noble objećt for his skill he chose, -A martyr dying 'midst insulting foes; Resign'd with patience to religion's laws, Yet braving monarchs in his Saviour's cause. Fill'd with th’ idea of the secret part, He felt a zeal beyond the reach of art, 4. While look, and voice, and gesture all exprest A kindred ardor in the player's breast; Till as the flame thro' all his bosom ran, He lost the actor, and commenc'd the man: Profest the faith, his pagan gods denied, And what he ačted then, he after died.
The player's province they but vainly try, Who want these pow'rs, deportment, voice, and eye.
The critic sight 'tis only grace can please, No figure charms us if it has not ease. ~/o There are, who think the stature all in all, Nor like the Hero, if he is not tall.