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Mr. ADDISON's Traged;
C A T
Α Π Ο.
O wake art,
To raise the genius, and to mend the heart; To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o’er each scene, and be what they betold: For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, 5 Commanding tears to stream thro' ev'ry age; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wert. Our author shuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory, or the virgin's love; In pitying Love, we but our weakness show, And wild Ambition well deserves its woe. Here tears shall flow from a more gen'rous cause, Such tears as Patriots fhed for dying Laws :
breast with ancient ardour rif,
Britons, attend : be worth like this approv'd,
Dare to have sense yourselves ; assert the stage,
Mr. Rowe's JANE SHORE.
Design'd for Mrs. OLDFIEL D.
From her own Sex should mercy find to day!
6 Just as a blockhead rubs his thoughtless skull, And thanks his stars he was not born a fool; So from a fifter finner you shall hear, “ How ftrangely you expose yourself, my dear?" But let me die, all raillery apart, Our fex are still forgiving at their heart; And, did not wicked custom so contrive, We'd be the best, good-natur'd things alive.
There are, 'tis true, who tell another tale, 15 That virtuous ladies envy while they rail ; Vol. I.
Such rage without betrays the fire within ;
25 He has a Husband that will make amends : He draws him gentle, tender, and forgiving, And sure such kind good creatures may be living. In days of old, they pardon'd breach of vows, Stern Cato's self was no relentless spouse : 30 Plu--Plutarch, what's his name, that writes his life? Tells us, that Cato dearly lov'd his Wife: Yet if a friend, a night or so, should need her, He'd recommend her as a special breeder. To lend a wife, few here would scruple make, 35
all would take her back? Tho' with the Stoic Chief our stage may ring, 'The Stoic Husband was the glorious thing. The man had courage, was a fage, 'tis true, And lov'd his country—but what's that to you ? 40 Those strange examples ne'er were made to fit ye, But the kind cuckold might instruct the City: There, many an honest man may copy Cato, Who ne'er saw naked sword, or look'd in Plato.