With just enough of sense to see

The noonday sun that's o'er his head, Than thus, with high-built genius curst,

That hath no heart for its foundation, Be all, at once, that's brightest, worst,

Sublimest, meanest in creation!

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

OCCASIONAL EPILOGUE,

SPOKEN BY MR. CORRY, IN THE

CHARACTER

OF VAPID, AFTER THE PLAY OF THE DRAMATIST, AT THE KILKENNY THEATRE.

(Entering as if to announce the Play.)

LADIES and Gentlemen, on Monday night,
For the ninth time-oh accents of delight
To the poor author's ear, when three times three
With a full bumper crowns his Comedy!

When, long by money, and the muse, forsaken,
He finds at length his jokes and boxes taken,
And sees his play-bill circulate-alas,

The only bill on which his name will pass!
Thus, Vapid, thus shall Thespian scrolls of fame

Through box and gallery waft your well-known name,

While critic eyes the happy cast shall con,
And learned ladies spell your Dram. Person.

'Tis said our worthy Manager* intends

To help my night, and he, you know, has friends.
Friends, did I say? for fixing friends, or parts,
Engaging actors, or engaging hearts,

There's nothing like him! wits, at his request,
Are turn'd to fools, and dull dogs learn to jest ;
Soldiers, for him, good "trembling cowards" make,
And beaus, turn'd clowns, look ugly for his sake;
For him ev'n lawyers talk without a fee,
For him (oh friendship!) I act tragedy!
In short, like Orpheus, his persuasive tricks.
Make boars amusing, and put life in sticks.

With such a manager we can't but please,
Tho' London sent us all her loud O. P.'s+,
Let them come on, like snakes, all hiss and rattle,
Arm'd with a thousand fans, we'd give them battle;

*The late Mr. Richard Power.

The brief appellation by which those persons were distinguished who, at the opening of the new theatre of Covent Garden, clamoured for the continuance of the old prices of admission.