Read first and fecond paragraph,

If poffible drudge on through half,
Your crime you'll expiate."

The wretch with ftrong convulsions shook,
Despair and anguish in his look,

To heaven for mercy cry'd:

Quoth he, "Send gibbets, racks, or wheel, Algiers and gallies pleafe me well,

Such torments I'il abide.

"But damn me not for one offence,
To volumes unally'd to fenfe,

Vainly to waste my breath :
That answer to the Commons' rights
With labour'd dulinefs fo affrights,

The thoughts are worse than death.”

Prologue to the Cornish Squire, a Comedy, Prologue spoken at the Queen's Theatre, in the Hay-Market,

ib.

The Affumption of Herfilia,

.`ib.

From Ovid's Metamorphofes, Book XV. The Story of Cippus,