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 But for some other Gifts: Mind what I say,      } Never compare, each Dapple has his Day,         } Nor anger him, but kindly use this Play:        } For should you with him, conceal'd Parts disclose, Lord! how like Ninnies would look all the Beaus.

A PROLOGUE,

To the Massacre of : For Mr. .

BRAVE is that Poet that dares draw his Pen,         } To expose the nauseous Crimes of guilty Men,        } As once did our Immortal Patron, Ben. } And Wise are they that can with Patience bear,        } And just Reflections moderately hear,                 } Unmov'd by Passion, as unsway'd by Fear:              } These we present a Tragick piece to Night, That has some Years been banish'd from the Light; Hush'd and imprison'd close, as in the Tower, Half press'd to Death by a dispensing Power: Rome's Friend, no doubt, suppos'd there might be shown, Just such an Entertainment of their own, The Plot, the Protestants, the Stage, the Town: But no such Fears our Hugenots alarm'd, True English Hearts are always better Arm'd; For if the Valiant in a little Town, Batter'd and starving their brave Cause, durst own, And now to take a Tryal for it's fact, Is just come out by th' Habeas Corpus Act. If Peasants scorning Death can guard their Walls, And the mild Priesthood, turn to Generals; Britains look up, and this blest Country see,           } In spite of byass'd Law serene and free,                       } Cleer'd from it's choaking Foggs of Popery. } No Massacres or Revolutions fear, Affairs are strangely alter'd in one Year: