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قراءة كتاب Love in the Suds: a Town Eclogue. Being the Lamentation of Roscius for the Loss of His Nyky.
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اللغة: English
Love in the Suds: a Town Eclogue. Being the Lamentation of Roscius for the Loss of His Nyky.
الصفحة رقم: 6
Aganippe of Soho?
| For who like him will patch and pilfer plays, Yielding to me the profit and the praise? Tho' cheap in French translations Murphy deals; For cheap he well may vend the goods he steals; Tho' modest Craddoc scorns to sell his play, But gives the good-for-nothing thing away; What tho' the courtly Cumberland succeeds In writing stuff no man of letters reads; Tho' sense and language are expell'd the stage; For nonsense pleases best a senseless age; What tho' the author of the New Bath Guide Up to the skies my talents late hath cried;19 |
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| Do wisdom's sons gorge cates and vermicelli Like beastly Bickerstaff or bothering Kelly? Or art thou tir'd of th' undeserv'd applause Bestow'd on bards affecting virtue's cause? Wouldst thou, like Sterne, resolv'd at length to thrive, Turn pimp and die cock-bawd at sixty-five, Is this the good that makes the humble vain, The good philosophy should not disdain If so, let pride dissemble all it can, A modern sage is still much less than man. |
| Morning Chronicle. |
19 The compliments passed between these celebrated geniuses indeed were mutual; Mr. A. commending Roscius for his fine acting, and Roscius in return Mr. A. for his fine writing. The panegyric on both sides was equally modest and just; and yet some snarling epigrammatist could not forbear throwing out the following ill-natured jeu d'esprit on the occasion.
On the poetical compliments lately passed between Mess. G. and A.
On the poetical compliments lately passed between Mess. G. and A.
| When mincing masters, met with misses, Pay mutual compliments for kisses; Miss Polly sings no doubt divinely, And master Jacky spouts as finely. But, how I hate such odious greeting, When two old stagers have a meeting Foh! out upon the filthy pother! What! men beslobber one another! |
| Tho' humble Hiffernan in pay, I keep, Still my fast friend, when he is fast asleep; Tho' long the Hodmandod my friend hath been, With the land-tortoise earth'd at Turnham-Green:20 Tho' Harry Woodfall, Baldwin, Evans, Say,21 My puffs in fairest order full display; |
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