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A36671 Prologue to the opera by Mr. Dryden.; Albion and Albanius. Prologue Dryden, John, 1631-1700. 1687 (1687) Wing D2340; ESTC R18396 1,360 4

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PROLOGUE To the OPERA By Mr. Dryden FUll twenty years and more our lab'ring Stage Has lost on this incorrigible age Our Poets the John Ketches of the Nation Have seem'd to lash yee ev'n to excoriation But still no sign remains which plainly notes You bore like Hero's or you brib'd like Oates What can we do when mimicking a Fop Like beating Nut-trees makes a larger Crop Faith we 'll e'en spare our pains and to content you Will fairly leave you what your Maker meant you Satyre was once your Physick Wit your Food One nourisht not and t'other drew no Blood. Wee now prescribe like Doctors in despair The Diet your weak appetites can bear Since hearty Beef and Mutton will not do Here 's Julep dance Ptisan of Song and show Give you strong Sense the Liquor is too heady You 're come to farce that 's Asses milk already Some hopeful Youths there are of callow Wit Who one Day may be Men if Heav'n think fit Sound may serve such ere they to Sense are grown Like leading strings till they can walk alone But yet to keep our Friends in count'nance know The Wise Italians first invented show Thence into France the Noble Pageant past 'T is England's Credit to be cozn'd last Freedom and Zeal have chous'd you o'er and o'er 'Pray' give us leave to bubble you once more You never were so cheaply fool'd before Wee bring you change to humour your Disease Change for the worse has ever us'd to please Then 't is the mode of France without whose Rules None must presume to set up here for Fools In France the oldest Man is always young Sees Opera's daily learns the Tunes so long Till Foot Hand Head keep time with ev'ry Song Each sings his part echoing from Pit and Box With his hoarse Voice half Harmony half Pox. Le plus grand Roy du Monde is always ringing They show themselves good Subjects by their singing On that condition set up every Throat You Whiggs may sing for you have chang'd your Note Cits and Citesses raise a joyful strain 'T is a good Omen to begin a Reign Voices may help your Charter to restoring And get by singing what you lost by roaring EPILOGUE To the Opera By Mr. Dryden AFter our Aesop's Fable shown to day I come to give the Moral of the Play. Feign'd Zeal you saw set out the speedier pace But the last heat Plain Dealing won the Race Plain Dealing for a Jewel has been known But ne'er till now the Jewel of a Crown When Heav'n made Man to show the work Divine Truth was his Image stampt upon the Coin And when a King is to a God refin'd On all he says and does he stamps his Mind This proves a Soul without allay and pure Kings like their Gold should every touch endure To dare in Fields is Valour but how few Dare be so throughly Valiant to be true The Name of Great let other Kings affect He 's Great indeed the Prince that is direct His Subjects know him now and trust him more Than all their Kings and all their Laws before What safety could their publick Acts afford Those he can break but cannot break his Word So great a Trust to him alone was due Well have they trusted whom so well they knew The Saint who walk'd on Waves securely trod While he believ'd the beckning of his God But when his Faith no longer bore him out Began to sink as he began to doubt Let us our native Character maintain 'T is of our growth to be sincerely plain T' excel in Truth we Loyally may strive Set Privilege against Prerogative He Plights his Faith and we believe himjust His Honour is to Promise ours to Trust Thus Britain's Basis on a Word is laid As by a Word the World it self was made FINIS