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But I will rally, and combat the ruiner:
Not a look, nor a smile shall my passion discover.
She that gives all to the false one pursuing her,
Makes but a penitent, and loses a lover.*
SPOKEN BY MR. LEE LEWES, IN THE CHARACTER OF HARLEQUIN, AT HIS BENEFIT.†
HOLD! Prompter, hold! a word before your nonsense:
My pride forbids it ever should be said,
[Takes off his mask.
Whence, and what art thou, visionary birth?
[This air was revived and vulgarized in a song sung by the late Mr. Johnstone in Colman's farce of "The Wags of Windsor." Mr. Moore has brought it back into good company; it is to be found in the ninth number of his "Irish Melodies."-CROKER, Boswell, vol. ii. p. 207.]
+ [These were probably the last verses written by Goldsmith. They were spoken on the 28th of April 1774, twenty-four days after his death.]
And shall I mix in this unhallow'd crew?
Oh! for a Richard's voice to catch the theme:
"Give me another horse! bind up my wounds!-soft-'twas but a
Ay, 'twas but a dream, for now there's no retreating,
'Twas thus that Esop's stag, a creature blameless, Yet something vain, like one that shall be nameless,
Once on the margin of a fountain stood,
And cavill'd at his image in the flood.
"The deuce confound," he cries, "these drumstick shanks,
Near, and more near, the hounds and huntsmen drew;
He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways;
[Taking a jump through the stage door.