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EPILOGUE DESIGNED TO BE SPOKEN IN THE BEAUX-STRATAGEM." IF to our play your judgment can't be kind, Pleased in the pangs of death he greatly thought Let its expiring author pity find :
Conquest with loss of life but cheaply bought. Survey his mournful case with melting eyes, The difference this,- the Greek was Nor let the bard be damn'd before he dies.
fight, Forbear, you fair, on his last scene to frown, As brave, though not so gay as serjeant Kite; But his true exit with a plaudit crown ;
Ye sons of Will's, what's that to those Then sball the dying poet cease to fear
write ? The dreadful kpell, while your applause he hears. To Thebes alone the Grecian owed his bays, At Leuctra so the conquering Theban died, You may the bard above the hero raise, Claim'd his friends' praises, but their tears denied: Since yours is greater than Athenian praise.