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Home as they went, the fad difcourse renew'd
Of the relentless dame to death pursu'd,
And of the fight obfcene fo lately view'd.
None durft arraign the righteous doom the bore,
Ev'n they who pity'd moft, yet blam'd her more:
The parallel they needed not to name,
But in the dead they damn'd the living dame.
At ev'ry little noile the look'd behind,
For ftill the knight was prefent to her mind:
And anxious oft fhe started on the way,
And thought the horfeman-ghoft came thun-
d'ring for his prey.

Return'd, he took her bed with little reft,
But in fhort flumbers dreamt the fun'ral feaft:
Awak'd, the turn'd her fide, and Alept again;
The fame black vapours mounted in her brain,
And the fame dreams return'd with double

pain.

Now forc'd to wake, because afraid to fleep, Her blood all fever'd, with a furious leap, She fprang from bed, distracted in her mind, Andrear'd at every step, a twitching fpright be

hind.

Darkling and defperate, with ftagg'ring pace,
Of death afraid, and confcious of difgrace:
Fear, pride, remorfe, at once her heart affail'd,
Pride put remorfe to flight, but fear prevail'd.
Friday, the fatal day, when next it came,
Her foul forethought the fiend would change his
game,

And her purfue, or Theodore be flain,
And two ghofts join their packs to hunt her o'er
the plain.

This dreadful image fo poffefs'd her mind,
That, defperate any fuccour elfe to find,
She ceas'd all farther hope; and now began
To make reflection on th' unhappy man.
Rich,brave, and young, who past expreflion lov'd,
Proof to disdain, and not to be remov'd:
Of all the men respected and admir'd,
Of all the dames, except herself, defir'd:
Why not of her? preferr'd above the rest,
By him with knightly deeds, and open love
profefs'd?
[drefs'd.
So had another been, where he his vows ad-
This quell'd her pride,yet other doubts remain'd,
That, once difdaining, the might be difdain'd.
The fear was juft, but greater fear prevail'd,
Fear of her life by hellish hounds affail'd:
He took a low'ring leave; but who can tell
What outward hate might inward love conceal?
Her fex's arts the knew; and why not, then,
Might deep diffembling have a place in men?
Here hope began to dawn; refolv'd to try,
She fix'd on this her utmost remedy :

With faults confefs'd commiffion'd her to g
If pity yet had place, and reconcile her foc
The welcome meflage made, was foon receiv
'Twas to be with'd,and hop'd, but scarce belie
Fate feem'd a fair occafion to prefent;
He knew the fex, and fear'd she might reper
Should he delay the moment of confent.
There yet remain'd to gain her friends (a c
The modefty of maidens well might fpare :)
But fhe with fuch a zeal the caufe embrac
(As women, where they will, are all in haft
The father, mother, and the kin befide,
Were overborne by fury of the tide;
With full confent of all the chang'd her ftat
Refiftless in her love, as in her hate.
By her example warn'd, the reft beware;
Mnd that one hunting, which the devil de
More eafy, lefs imperious, were the fair;
For one fair female, loft him half the kind.

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Roscius deceas'd, each high aspiring play Puth'd all his int'reft for the vacant chair. The bufkin'd heroes of the mimic stage No longer whine in love, and rant in rage; The monarch quits his throne, and condefce Humbly to court the favour of his friends; For pity's fake tells undeserv'd mishaps, And, their applaufe to gain, recounts his cla Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome, To win the mob, a fuppliant's form affume, In pompous ftrain fight o'er th' extinguish'dw And thew where honour bled in ev'ry fear. But though bare merit might in Rome appea The ftrongeft plea for favour, 'tis not here; We form our judgment in another way; And they will beft fucceed, who beft can pay Thofe, who would gain the votes of British trib Muft add to force of merit force of bribes.

What can an actor give? in ev'ry age Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the ftag Monarchs themselves, to grief of ev'ry play`r Appear as often as their image there: They can't, like candidate for other feat,' Pour feas of wine, and mountains raife of me Wine! they could bribe you with the world

foon,

more,

And of roaft beef, they only know the tune But what they have they give; could Clive d [four Though for each million he had brought tom Shuter keeps open houfe at Southwark fair, And hopes the friends of humour will be there In Smithfield, Yates prepares the rival treat For those who laughter love inftead of meat; Foote, at Old Houfe, for even Foote will be, In felf-conceit, an actor, bribes with tea; Which Wilkinfon at fecond-hand receives, And at the New, pours water on the leaves.

Death was behind, but hard it was to die.
'Twas time enough at laft on death to call,
The precipice in fight: a fhrub was all, [fall.
That kindly tood betwixt to break the fatal
One maid the had, belov`d above the rest:
Secure of her, the fecret the confefs'd;
The town divided, each runs fev`ral ways,
And now the cheerful light her fears difpell'd, As paffion, humour, int'reft, party fways.
She with no winding turns the truth conceal'd,Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
But put the woman off, and stood reveal'd:
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair,

A dre

A dress well chofen, or a patch misplac'd,
Conciliate favour, or create diftaste.

From galleries loud peals of laughter roll,
And thander Shuter's praifes-he's fo droll.
b the ladies must have something smart,
Pamer! Oh! Palmer tops the janty part.
sted in pit, the dwarf, with aching eyes,
Lup, and vows that Barry's out of fize;
t to fix feet the vig'rous ftripling grown,
as that Garrick is another Coan.
Wace of judgment is by whim fupply'd,
Aminions have their rife in pride;
Wafcourfing on each mimic elf,
Wer and cenfure with an eye to felf;
meet friends, and Ackman bids as fair
court, as Garrick, for the chair.
gth agreed, all fquabbles to decide,
one judge the caufe was to be try'd;
their fquabbles did afreth renew,
The bould be judge in fuch a trial:-Who?
Johnson fome, but Johnson, it was fear'd,
dbe too grave; and Sterne toogayappear'd:
for Francklin voted; but 'twas known,
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Twice did thofe blockheads ftartle at my name,
And foul rejection gave me up to fhame.
To law and lawyers then I bade adieu,
And plans of far more lib'ral note pursue.
Who will may be a judge-my kindling breast
Burns for that chair which Rofcius once poffefs'd.
Here give your votes, your int'reft here exert,
And let fuccefs for once attend defert."

With fleek appearance,and with ambling pace,
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face,
The Proteus Hill put in his modeft plea,-
"Let favour fpeak for others, worth for me."-
For who, like him, his various powers could call
Into fo many fhapes, and thine in all?
Who could to nobly grace the motley lift,
Actor, infpector, doctor, botanist?
Knows any one fo well-fure no one knows,-
At once to play, prefcribe, compound, compofe?
Who can-But Woodward came,-Hill flipp'd
away,

Melting, like ghosts, before the rifing day.

*With that low cunning, which in fools fupAnd amply too, the place of being wife, [plies, Which Nature, kind, indulgent parent, gave To qualify the blockhead for a knave; With that imooth falfehood, whofe appearance charms,

man many, but the peevith tongue dent Age found out that he was young: Murphy fome few pilf ring wits declar'd, Folly clapp'd her hands, and Wisdom And reafon of each wholefome doubt difarms, [womb, Which to the lowest depths of guile descends, mischief train'd, e'en from his mother's By vileft means purfues the vileft ends, oldin fraud,tho' yet in manhood's bloom, Wears friendship's mask for purposes of spite, ng arts, by which gay villains rife, Fawns in the day, and butchers in the night; ach the heights which honeft men defpife; With that malignant envy, which turns pale, **the bar, and in the senate loud, And fickens, even if a friend prevail, agft the dulleft, proudest of the proud; Which merit and fuccefs pursues with hate, prater of the northern race, And damns the worth it cannot imitate; is heart, and famine in his face, With the cold caution of a coward's spleen, thand thrice he wav'd his lily hand-Which fears not guilt, but always feeks a screen; nice he twirl'd his tye-thrice ftrok'd his Which keeps this maxim ever in her viewband[aim, What's bafely done, should be done safely too; With that dull, rooted, callous impudence, Which, dead to fhame, and ev'ry nicer fenfe, Ne'er blush'd, unless, in fpreading Vice's fnares, She blunder'd on fome virtue unawares; With all thefe bleffings, which we feldom find Lavish'd by Nature on one happy mind, A motley figure, of the Fribble tribe, Which heart can fcarce conceive, or pen defcribe, Came fimp'ring on; to afecrtain whofe fex Twelve fage impanell'd matrons would perplex. Nor male, nor female; neither, and yet both; Of neuter gender, tho' of Irish growth; A fix-foot fuckling, mincing in its gait; Affected, peevish, prim, and delicate; Fearful it feem'd, tho' of athletic make, Left brutal breezes fhould too roughly fhake Its tender form, and favage motion spread, O'er its pale cheeks, the horrid manly red.

At friendship's call (thus oft with trait'rous Food of faith ufurp faith's facred name) neadthip's call I come, by Murphy fent, thus by me develops his intent.

, transfus'd, the fpirit fhould be loft, prit which in ftorms of Rhet'ric tolt, aces about, and flies like bottled beer, own words his own intentions hear.

Thanks to my friends-But to vile fortunes

born,

Arobes of fur these shoulders must adorn.
your applaufe, no aid from thence I draw;
my wit, for what is wit in law?
(curs'd remembrance!) twice I ftrove to

gain
tance 'mongst the law-inftructed train,
in the Temple and Gray's Inn, prepare
chents' wretched feet the legal fnare:
ad to thofe arts, which polish and refine,
to all worth, because that worth was mine,

Much did it talk, in its own pretty phrase, Of genius and of tafte, of play'rs and plays;

Much

This fevere character was intended for Mr. Fitzpatrick, a perfon who had rendered himself remarkhas activity in the playhouse riots of 1763, relative to the taking half prices. He was the hero Garrick's Fribbleriad.

Much too of writings, which itself had wrote,
Of special merit, tho' of little note ;
For Fate, in a ftrange humour, had decreed
That what it wrote, none but itself should read;
Much too it chatter'd of dramatic laws,
Misjudging critics, and mifplac'd applaufe;
Then, with a felf complacent jutting air,
It fmil'd, it fmirk'd, it wriggled to the chair;
And, with an awkward britkness not its own,
Looking around, and perking on the throne,
Triumphant feem'd, when that strange favage
dame,

Known but to few, or only known by name,
Plain Common Senfe appear'd, by Nature there
Appointed, with plain truth, to guard the chair.
The pageant faw, and blafted with her frown,
To its first state of nothing melted down.

Nor fhall the mufe (for even there the pride
Of this vain nothing fhall be mortified)
Nor fhall the mufe (fhould fate ordain her rhymes,
Fond, pleafing thought! to live in after-times)
With fuch a trifier's name her pages blot;
Known be the character, the thing forgot;
Let it, to disappoint each future aim,
Live without fex, and die without a name !
Cold-blooded critics, by enervate fires
Scarce hammer'd out, when nature's feeble fires
Glimmer'd their laft; whose sluggish blood, half
froze,
[glows
Creeps lab'ring thro' the veins; whose heartne'er
With fancy-kindled heat;-a fervile race,
Who in mere want of fault, all merit place;
Who blind obedience pay to ancient fchools,
Bigots to Greece, and flaves to mufty rules;
With folemn confequence declar'd that none
Could judge that cause but Sophocles alone.
Dupes to their fancied excellence, the crowd,
Obfequious to the facred dictate, bow'd. [forth,
When, from amidst the throng, a youth stood
Unknown his perfon, not unknown his worth;
His look bespoke applaufe; alone he stood,
Alone he stemm'd the mighty critic flood.
He talk'd of ancients, as the man became
Who priz'd our own, but envied not their fame;
With noble rev'rence spoke of Grece and Rome,

And fcorn'd to tear the laurel from the tomb.
"But more than juft to other countries grown,
Muft we turn base apoftates to our own?
Where do these words of Greece and Rome excel,
That England may not pleafe the ear as well?
What mighty magic's in the place or air,
That all perfection needs muft center there?
In ftates, let ftrangers blindly be preferr'd;
In ftate of letters, merit fhould be heard.
Genius is of no country, her pure ray
Spreads all abroad, as gen'ral as the day;
Foe to restraint, from place to place the flies,
And may hereafter e'en in Holland rise.
May not (to give a pleating fancy fcope
And cheer a patriot heart with patriot hope)
May not fome great extenfive Genius raife
The name of Britain 'bove Athenian praife;

And, whilst brave thirst of fame his bofom wa Make England great in letters as in arms? There may-there hath and Shakespear's m afpires

Beyond the reach of Greece: with native fi Mounting aloft, he wings his daring flight, While Sophocles below stands trembling at height.

Why fhould we then abroad for judges rc When abler judges we may find at home? Happy in tragic and in comic pow'rs, Have we not Shakspeare?Is not Jonfon our For them, your nat'ral judges, Britons, vot They'll judge like Britons, who like Brit

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He faid, and conquer'd-Senfe refum'd And difappointed pedants stalk'd away. Shakspeare and Jonfon, with deferv'd appla Joint judges were ordain'd to try the cause. Mean time the stranger ev'ry voice employ To afk or tell his name Who is it?-Lloyd

Thus, when the aged friends of Job stood mu And tamely prudent, gave up the difpute, Elihu, with the decent warmth of youth, Boldly stood forth the advocate of truth; Confuted falfehood, and difabled pride, Whilft baffled age ftood fnarling at his fide.

The day of trial's fix'd, nor any fear Left day of trial fhould be put off here. Caufes but feldom for delay can call In courts where forms are few, fees none at a

The morning came, nor find I that the fi As he on other great events hath done, Put on a brighter robe than what he wore To go his journey in the day before.

Full in the center of a spacious plain, On plan entirely new, where nothing vain, Nothing magnificent appear'd, but Art With decent modefty perform'd her part, Rofe a tribunal: from no other court It borrow'd ornament, or fought support: No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear, No bribes were taken, nor oaths broken here No gownfmen, partial to a client's caufe, To their own purpose turn'd the pliant laws. Each Judge was true and fteady to his truft, As Mansfield wife, and as old Fofter juft.

In the first seat, in robes of various dyes, A noble wildness flathing from his eyes, Sat Shakspeare-in one hand a wand he bore, For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore; The other held a globe, which to his will Obedient turn'd, and own'd the mafter's skill: Things of the nobleft kind his genius drew, And look'd thro' nature at a fingle view; A loofe he gave to his unbounded foul; And taught new lands to rife, new feas to roll; Call'd into being fcenes unknown before, And, pafling nature's bounds, was fomethin

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I hate e'en Garrick thus at second-hand.

Correctly praa'd each wild luxuriant thought, Act from himself, on his own bottom stand; Marklouber courfe,nor spar'd a glorious fault. The book of man he read with niceft art, danck'd all the fecrets of the heart; arted penetration's utmost force, t'd each paffion to its proper fource; rongly mark'd, in livelieft colours drew, bought each foible forth to public view. acacomb felt a lath in ev'ry word,

hung out, their brother fools deterr'd. humour kept the world in awe, frighten'd folly more than law. -The trumpet founds, the crowd je way,

proceffion comes in just array. ald I, in fome fweet poetic line, cenfe at Apollo's fhrine; the mufe to quit her calm abode, ken mem'ry with a fleeping ode. hould mortal man, in mortal verse, tes, merits, or their names rehearse? , kind dulnefs, memory and rhyme, put off genius till another time. order came, with folemn step, and flow, dtime his feet were taught to go. from time to time, he caft his eye, hould quit his place, that step awry. aces to fave his only care; feem right, no matter what they are. tes parents faw themselves renew'd, by Sir Critic on Saint Prude.

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Behind came King.-Bred up in modeft lore, Bathful and young he fought Hibernia's shore; Hibernia, fam'd, 'bove ev'ry other grace, For matchlefs intrepidity of face. From her his features caught the gen'rous flame, And bid defiance to all fenfe of thame. Tutor'd by her all rivals to furpass, [brafs. 'Mongft Drury's fons he comes, and fhines in Lo Yates! Without the least fineffe of art He gets applaufe-I with he'd get his part. When hot impatience is in full career, How vilely "Hark'e! Hark'e!" grates the ear! When active fancy from the brain is fent, And ftands on tip-toe for fome with'd event, I hate those careless blunders which recall Sufpended fenfe, and prove it fiction all.

In characters of low and vulgar mould, Where Nature's coarfeft features we behold, Where, deftitute of ev'ry decent grace, Unmanner'd jefts are blurted in your face, There Yates with juftice ftrict attention draws, Acts truly from himself, and gains applaufe. But when, to please himself or charm his wife, He aims at fomething in politer life, When, blindly thwarting nature's ftubbornplan, He treads the stage, by way of gentleman, The clown, who no one touch of breedingknows, Looks like Tom Errand drefs'd in Clincher's clothes.

drum, trumpet, hautboy, fiddle, tate; fer, fweeper, fhifter, foldier, mute; fangels all in white advance; fre, come forward in a dance; figures then are brought to view, in hand with fools go two by two. the treasurer of either house; full purfe, t' other with not a fous. groupe of figures awe create, ith all th' impertinence of state; and feather confecrate to fame, ekings, and queens without a name. Havard, all ferene, in the fame strains, ates and rages, triumphs, and complains: vacant face proclaim'd a heart could not feel emotions, nor impart. mighty Davies. On my life, -Divies hath a very pretty wife :all over!-In plots famous grown!

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perhaps, have pleas'd an easy age; appears a copy, and no more, thing better we have feen before. or who would build a solid fame, Anitation's fervile arts difclaim;

Fond of his drefs, fond of his perfon grown, Laugh'd at by all, and to himself unknown, From fide to fide he ftruts, he fmiles, he prates, And feems to wonder what's become of Yates.

Woodward,endow'd with varioustricks offace, Great mafter in the fcience of grimace, From Ireland ventures, fav'rite of the town, Lur'd by the pleafing profpect of renown; A fpeaking Harlequin, made up of whim, He twifts, he twines, he tortures ev'ry limb, Plays to the eye with a mere monkey's art, And leaves to fenfe the conqueft of the heart. We laugh indeed, but, on reflection's birth, We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth. His walk of parts he fatally mifplac'd, And inclination fondly took for taste; Hence hath the town fo often feen display'd Beau in burlefque, high life in mafquerade.

But when bold wits,not fuchaspatch up plays,
Cold and correct, in these infipid days,
Some comic character, ftrong featur'd, urge
To probability's extremeft verge,

Where modeft judgment her decree fufpends,
And, for a time, nor cenfures nor commends,
Where critics can't determine on the spot,
Whether it is in nature found or not,
There Woodward fafely thall his pow'rs exert,
Nor fail of favour where he fhews defert.
Hence he in Bobadil fuch praises bore,
Such worthy praifes, Kitely fcarce had more.

By turns transform'd into all kinds of shapes, Conftant to none, Foote laughs, cries, ftruts and

fcrapes :

Now in the center, now in van or rear,
The Proteus fhifts, bawd, parfon, auctioneer.
His ftrokes of humour, and his burfts of fport,
Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort.

Doth a man ftutter, look a-fquint, or halt?
Mimics draw humour out of nature's fault,
With perfonal defects their mirth adorn,
And hang misfortunes out to public fcorn.
E'en I, whom nature cast in hideous mould,
Whom, having made, the trembled to behold,
Beneath the load of mimicry may groan,
And find that nature's errors are my own.
Shadows behind of Foote and Woodwardcame;
Wilkinson this, Obrien was that name.
Strange to relate, but wonderfully true,
That even fhadows have their fhadows too!
With not a fingle comic pow'r endu'd,
The first a mere mere mimic's mimic stood;
The laft, by nature form'd to please, who fhows,
In Jonfon's Stephen, which way Genius grows;
Self quite put off, affects, with too much art,
To put on Woodward in each mangled part;
Adopts his fhrug, his wink, his ftare; nay, more,
His voice, and croaks; for Woodward croak'd
When a dull copier fimple grace neglects, [before.
And refts his imitation in defects,
We readily forgive; but fuch vile arts
Are double guilt in men of real parts.

If in these hallow'd times, when fober, fad,
All gentlemen are melancholy mad,
When 'tis not deem'd fo great a crime by ha
To violate a veftal, as to laugh,
Rude mirth may hope prefumptuous to enga
An act of toleration for the ftage,

All courtiers will, like reafonable creatures,
Sufpend vain fashion, and unscrew their featu
Old Falftaff, play'd by Love, fhall pleafe o

more,

And humour fet the audience in a roar.

Actors I've feen, and of no vulgar name,
Who, being from one part poffefs'd of fame,
Whether they are to laugh, cry, whine, or ba
Still introduce that fav'rite part in all.
Here, Love, be cautious-ne'er be thou betra
To call in that wag Falftaff's dang'rous aid
Like Goths of old, howe'er he seems a frien
He'll feize that throne you with him to defe
In a peculiar mould by humour caft,
For Falstaff fram'd-himself, the first and laft
He ftands aloof from all-maintains his ftat
And fcorns, like Scotsmen, to affimilate.
Vain all difguife-too plain we feek the tric
Tho' the knight wears the weeds of Domi
And Boniface, difgrac'd, betrays the fmach
In Anno Domini, of Falstaff's fack.

Arms crofs'd, brows bent, eyes fix'd,
marching flow,

A band of malecontents with fpleen o'erfi
Wrapt in conceit's impenetrable fog,
Which pride, like Phœbus,draws from ev'ry
They curfe the managers, and curfe the tow
Whofe partial favour keeps fuch merit dow

By nature form'd in her perverfest mood,
With no one requifite of art endu'd,
Next Jackson came.-Obferve that fettled glare,
Which better fpeaks a puppet than a player:
Lift to that voice-did ever Discord hear
Sounds fo well fitted to her untun'd ear?
When, to enforce fome very tender part,
The right-hand fleeps by inftinct on the heart,
His foul, of every other thought bereft,
Is anxious only where to place the left;
He fobs and pants to footh his weeping spouse,"
To footh his weeping mother, turns and bows,
Awkward, embarrafs'd, ftiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully, or ftanding still,
One leg, as if fufpicious of his brother,
Defirous feems to run away from t' other.

Some errors, handed down from age to age,
Plead cuftom's force, and still poffefs the ftage.
That's vile-should we a parent's faults adore,
And err, because our fathers err'd before?
If, inattentive to the author's mind,
Some actors made the jest they could not find,
If by low tricks they marr'd fair nature's mien,
And blurr'd the graces of the fimple scene,
Shall we, if reafon rightly is employ'd,
Not fee their faults, or feeing not avoid?
When Falstaff stands detected in a lie,
Why, without meaning, rolls Love's glaffy eye?
Why?-There's no caufe-at leaft no caufe we
It was the fashion twenty years ago: [know-
Fashion, a word which knaves and fools may ufe
Their knavery and folly to excufe.
To copy beauties, forfeits all pretence
To fame-to copy faults, is want of fenfe.
Yet (tho' in fome particulars he fails,
Some few particulars, where mode prevails)

But if fome man more hardy than the r
Should dare attack thefe gnatlings in their
At once they rife with impotence of rage,
Whet their small ftings,and buzz about thei
"Tis breach of privilege!-Shall any dare
To arm fatiric truth against a player?
Prefcriptive rights we plead time out of mi
Actors,unlafh'd themselves, may lafh manki

What! fhart opinion then, of nature free
And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree
To ruft in chains like thefe, impos'd by thi
Which, lefs than nothing, ape the pride of ki
No-though half-poets with half-players jo
To curfe the freedom of each honeft line;
Though rage and malice dim their faded ch
What the mufe freely thinks, fhe'll freely fp
With just disdain of ev'ry paltry fneer,
Stranger alike to flattery and fear,
In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule,
Public contempt fhall wait the public fool.

Auftin would always glisten in French
Ackman would Norris be, and Packer Wil
For who, like Ackman, can with humour ple
Who can like Packer, charm with fprightly
Higher than all the reft, fee Bransby strut:
A mighty Guliver in Lilliput!
Ludicrous Nature! which at once could the
A man fo very high, fo very low.

If I forget thee, Blakes, or if I fay Aught hurtful, may I never fee thee play

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