PLAY E R. s ; And both are ready in their Offices, At any Time to grace my Stratagems. Shak. Rich. 3. Is it not monstrous that this Player here, A broken Voice, and his whole Function suiting, For Hecuba! What's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her ? what would he do Had he the Motive, and the Cue for Pallion That I have ? he would drown the Stage with Tears, And cleave the general Ear with horrid Speech : - Make mad the Guilty, and a pale the Free, Confound the Ignorant, and amaze indeed Like a Player, (Shak. Troil. Crel. The purple Emp'rors, who in Bufkins tread, And rule imaginary Worlds for Bread. Gar. PL E A SU RE. Dryd. Oedip. PL ELADE S. PLEIADES. Ye too, ye Pleiades deftructive shine, Your felves, tho' brighteft in th' Etherial Plains, And in each Daughter-Star the lovely Mother reigns; If Cynthia blend not her o'er-ruling Ray; PLUTO's Dominions. So, by and by } Through that thick covert he him led, and found A darkfome way, which no man could defcry, That deep defcending through the hollow ground, And was with dread and horrour compaffed around. At length they came into a larger fpace, That stretcht it felf into an ample plaine, Through which a beated broad high way did trace, The one in hand an iron whip did ftraine ; And both did gnafh their teeth, and both did threaten (life. On the other fide, in one confort there fate Cruel Revenge, and rancorous Defpight, And trembling Fear still to and fro did fly, And Shame his ugly face did hide from living eye. And And over them fad Horrour with grim hew, The Heart of flint afunder could have rift: POETRY. But ftill the Muses claim a just Esteem : Mean as I am, yet have the Mufes made (Spen Change all Things, and untune my Soul for Rhyme. (Dryd. Virg POPE. When Pope's harmonious Mufe with Pleafure roves Amidst the Plains, the murm'ring Streams and Groves, Attentive Echo, pleas'd to hear his Songs, Thro' the glad Shade each warbling Note prolongs; POPULACE. The Vulgar, a scarce-animated Clod, Ne'er pleas'd with ought above em, Prince or God. (Dryd Auren, That That hot mouth'd Beast that bears against the Curb: Hard to be broken ev'n by lawful Kings, But harder by Ufurpers. Almighty Crowd! thou shorten'st all Difpute, Pow'r is thy Effence, Wit thy Attribute: Nor Faith nor Reafon makes thee at a Stay, Thou leap'ft o'er all eternal Truths in thy Pindarick (Way. Dryd. Med. Bafe mongril Souls! flesh 'em but once with Fortune, And they will worry Royalty to Death: But if fome crabbed Virtue turn and pinch 'em ; Like Curs, betwixt their Legs, and howl for Mercy. Diffentious Rogues, That rubbing the poor Itch of your Opinions, Make your felves Scabs. That like not Peace nor War; the one affrights you, The Rabble gather round the Man of News, And liften with their Mouths. Some tell, fome hear, fome judge of News,fome make it, And he that lies most loud is moft believ❜d. (Dryd. Span. Fry. The Streets are thicker in this Noon of Night Than at the Mid-day Sun: A drowzy Horror Sits on their Eyes, like Fear not well awake: All crowd in Heaps, as at a Night Alarm, The Bees drive out upon each others Backs, T'imbofs their Hives in Clusters: all afk News, Their bufy Captain runs the weary Round, To whifper Orders; and commanding Silence, Makes not Noise cease, but deafens it to Murmurs. (Dryd. Don. Seb. The Common-wealth is fick of their own Choice, Their over-greedy Love has furfeited: A Habitation giddy and unfure Has he that builds upon the vulgar Hearts. Did'st thou beat Heav'n with bleffing Bullingbrook, And now thou would't eat thy dead Vomit up, Cry'st now, O Earth! yield us that King again, POPULAR. Th' admiring Crowd are dazled with Surprize, His Looks, his Gestures, and his Words he frames, Thou art thy longing Country's Darling and Defire, Thee |