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MeThinks a vision bids me silence break,

-[Without his peruke. And some words to this congregation speak; So great and gay a one I'ne'er did meet At the fifth monarch's court in Coleman-street: But yet I wonder much 'not to espy a

5 Brother in all this court call'd Zephaniah. Bless me! where are we? what may this place be? For I begin my vision now to see That this is a mere theatre; well, then, Jl't be e'en fo, I'll Cutter be again. [Put's on his peruke. Not Cutter the pretended Cavalier, For to confess ingenuously here To you, who always of that party were, · I never was of any; up and down I roll'd, a very rake-hell of this Town.

IS But now my follies and my faults are ended, My fortune and my mind are both amended, And if we may believe one who has fail'd before, Our Author says he'll mend, that is, he'll write no




EPILOGUE AT COURT. The madness of your people, and the rage, You ’ave seen too long upon the public stage; 'Tis time at last, Great Sir ! 'tis time to see Their tragic follies brought to comedy. If any blame the lowness of our scene, We humbly think some persons there have been On the world's theatre not long ago, Much more too high, than here they are too low. And well we know that Comedy of old Did her plebeian rank with so much honour hold, so That it appear'd not then too base or light For the great Scipio's conqu’ring hand to write. Howe'er, if such mean persons seem too rude, When into royal presence they intrude, Yet we shall hope a pardon to receive

IS From you, a Prince so practis'd to forgive; A Prince who, with th' applause of earth and heav'n, The rudeness of the vulgar has forgiv'n.


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Page A dream of Elysium,

I 22 On his Majesty's return out of Scotland, 126 A fong on the same;

128 The Wilh,

129 A poetical revenge,

132 Upon the shortnefs of man's life,

134 On the Queen's repairing of Somerset-house, 135 On his Majesty's return out of Scotland, 139 Upon the Chair made out of Sir Francis Drake's

fhip, presented to the University library in Ox

ford, by John Davis of Deptford, Esq. 142 On the praise of poetry,

143 The Motto,

144 The Chronicle. A ballad,

146 The Tree of Knowledge. That there is no knowledge. Against the Dogmatists,

Ijo The Complaint,

151 The adventures of Five Hours,

157 A translation of verses upon the Blessed Virgin, 158 On the uncertainty of Fortune. A translation, 168 That a pleasant poverty is to be preferred before discontented riches,

163 In commendation of the time we live in, under the reign of our gracious King, Charles II.

164 An answer to an invitation to Cambridge, 166 An answer to a copy of verses fent me to Jersey, 167 Prometheus ill painted,


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