'Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, 'Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And ev'ry care resign; And shall we never, never part, 'No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart Shall break thy Edwin's too.' ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG.1 |OOD people all, of every sort, In Islington there was a man, A kind and gentle heart he had, And in that town a dog was found, As many dogs there be, Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound, And curs of low degree. This dog and man at first were friends; The dog, to gain some private ends, Went mad and bit the man. [ First printed in The Vicar of Wakefield, 1766, i. 175.] [2 Cf. An Elegy on Mrs. Mary Blaize, p. 77 ante.] Around from all the neighbouring streets The wound it seem'd both sore and sad And while they swore the dog was mad, But soon a wonder came to light, The dog it was that died.1 ['This termination is based upon an epigram in the Greck Anthology, or perhaps upon an adaptation by Voltaire: "L'autre jour, au fond d'un vallon Un serpent mordit Jean Fréron. Devinez ce qu'il arriva? Ce fut le serpent qui creva."] SONG, FROM THE VICAR OF WAKEFIELD.'1 HEN lovely Woman stoops to folly, The only art her guilt to cover, To hide her shame from every eye, To give repentance to her lover, And wring his bosom, is-to die. [ Sung by Olivia in chap. v. of The Vicar of Wakefield, 1766, ii. 78, where it was first printed.] CHAT! five long acts-and all to make us wiser ! Our authoress sure has wanted an adviser. Had she consulted me, she should have made Well! since she thus has shown her want of skill, But how? ay, there's the rub! [pausing]—I've got my cue: you. The world's a masquerade! the maskers, you, you, (To Boxes, Pit, and Gallery.) Lud! what a group the motley scene discloses ! False wits, false wives, false virgins, and false spouses! Statesmen with bridles on; and, close beside 'em, [1 The Sister, 1769, in which this epilogue was first printed, was a comedy by Mrs. Charlotte Lennox (1720-1804), produced at Covent Garden, 18 February, 1769.] |