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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.

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Dear BAVY,

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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.

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EACE, return'd on downy wings,
Fame and triumph with her brings:
Happy BRITAIN! blefs the day
When the jarring powers agreed:
Such is mighty GEORGE'S fway,

Who has EUROPES's fate decreed.
To great GEORGE and CAROLINE
Let our hearts and glasses join.

War no more, destructive war,
Shall alarm us from afar.

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 :
His the hazard, his the gain.

Traffic

Traffic free, and taxes waining,
Sep'rate Int'refts now no more;
Freedom too her rights maintaining
Shall the golden age restore.

To great GEORGE, &C.

Each scene I view'd did but my woes proclaim,
At home an exile,------banish'd from my fame!
Life without glory, what a worthless prize?
Recall'd to fink beneath a weight of shame,
And bear the load of life without its fame.

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 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.
In all, thro' guilt, to greatnefs who afpire,
Safe to purfue but fatal to retire.

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From treafon once begun, whoever fly

Sharpen that fword by which themselves fhall die

In fhallow plots their danger when they fee,
A deeper plunge alone can fet them free.

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Grubftreet Journal, No 109.

Mr. MAVIUS looking upon the BANQUETTING-HOUSE at WHITE-HALL, JAN. 30. 1731.

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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,
This pompous dome, fecure to latest time,
Should mark the fcene of one unrivall'd deed,
A glorious virtue, or a henious crime.
III.

If that, a bleffing; but if this a curfe

Has ever fince purfu'd BRITANNIA's land:
When the third age has run its dubious course,

The fourth may plainly fee heav'n's vengeful hand.
IV.

'Till then this dome here opportunely shines,
For deprecation, and thankf-giving too:
Which may retard, or haften heav'n's defigns,
In scenes of lafting happiness, or woe.

V.

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.
VI.

From thoughts directly oppofite as thefe,
Paffions as oppofite inceffant flow:
Exhilarating hopes of lafting peace;
Dejecting fears of fome dire fudden blow.

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VII.

Th' EGYPTIANS thus, as NILE's vaft floods retreat,
See monsters creeping from their oozy bed..
And while the fun darts down prolific heat,.
Both plenty, hope, and swift destruction dread,

Grubftreet Journal, No 110.

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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.

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'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.
But never does the triumph of his art

So touch the paffions, and command the heart;
As when we here fee the foft, gentle fair,
Young, innocent, deluded, in defpair;

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;
And mad CASTALIO impotently rave ;.

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Fierce POLYDOR too feebly dare his foe?
And poor MONIMIA robb'of half her woe,
If then you view this action with neglect,
And with dry eyes; ours is the fole defect:
Could we be juft, you'd be fo to the fcene;
And weep like children, could we act like men.

EPILOGUE Spoken by a Young GENTLE.
MAN, who acted CASTALIO.

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,
In which I was a lord, as well as lover;

I un-CASTALIO'D, he un-POLYDOR'D,
I'm but plain Ja E.; he ftill, forfooth, my lord.
There's fomething too, as we these matters rate,
In a third circumftance; and that's ---- eftate.
For his; 'tis vifible, and well inroll'd :
But where mine lies I never yet was told.
Well; be it- what is it that I would say?.
Something to cheer you, after this fad play.
Fain would I make you merry but I can't:
For wit runs low what then? no wit we want,
Toraife a laugh--where's HARLEQUIN SCARAMOUCH,
JONATHAN WILD, JACK SHEPHERD, and CARTOUCH?
What? farce with tragedy? ----- yes; 'tis the fashion
NO STAGE-COACH WINDMILL-DANCE?--- nor Co-
RONATION!

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Where's DOCTOR FAUSTUS, and the flying letters!
Alas! these nobler fports are for our betters:

For men, not children we make no pretence
To fuch politeness, and fo great expence;
Forc'd to take up with POETRY

Dear BAVY,

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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

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