The poetical works ... With the life of the author / [Oliver Goldsmith].
- Oliver Goldsmith
- Date:
- [1795?]
Licence: Public Domain Mark
Credit: The poetical works ... With the life of the author / [Oliver Goldsmith]. Source: Wellcome Collection.
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![EPILOGUES. 73 Once on the margin of a fountain (food. And cavill’d at his image in the flood. , “ The deuce confound,” he cries, “ thefe drOm-(fick (hanks, “ They never have my gratitude nor thanks; “ They’re perfe6lly difgraceful! (frike me dead ! “ But for a head; yes, yes, I have a head. “ How piercing is that eye ! how (leek that brow ! “ My horns! I’m told horns are the faftiion now.” Whilit thus he fpoke, aftonilh’d! to his view, Near, and more near, the hounds and huntfmen drew. Hoicks ? hark forward I came thundering from behind ; He bounds aloft, outftrips the fleeting wind ; He quits the woods, and tries the beaten ways ; He (farts, he pants, he takes the circling maze. At length his (illy head, fo priz’d before. Is taught his former folly to deplore ; Whilft his (frong limbs confpire to fet him free. And at one bound he faves himfelf, like me. [Taking a jump through the jiage door. EPILOGUE To ike Comedy of the Sijlcrs. \]^ PI AT? five long adfs—and all to make us wlfer! Our authoret's litre has wanted an adt'ifer. Had (he confulted me, (lie (hould have made Her moral play a (peaking mafquerade; Warm’d up eaclt buftling (cene, and, in her rage. Have emptied all the green-room on the Ifage. My life on’t, this had kept her play from finking; Have pleas’d our eyes, and fav’d the pain ot thinking. Well, fince (lie thus has (liewn her want of (kill. What it I give a malquerade ?—I will. But how ? ay, there’s the rub I [paufmg\—I’ve got my cue: The world’s a mafquerade! the mafquers, you, you, you. [To Boxes, Pit, arid Gallery.](https://iiif.wellcomecollection.org/image/b28779575_0087.jp2/full/800%2C/0/default.jpg)
