PROLOGUE. Written by RICHARD TICKELL, Esq. THE stage is still the mirror of the day, "I'll do you Keppel; or increase De Barters." Miss Tittup, gasping from her stiff French stays, "Why if these French should come, we'll have French plays: "Upon my word, I wish these wars would cease!" VOL. II. M Sir Gobble Greenfat felt, in pangs of death, "The clubs are poor; let them their Louis bring, She starts, she wakes, she quivers, kneels and prays. Yet hold, nor let false ridicule profane Whose praise is triumph, and whose smiles are fame. |