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Show 30 APPENDIX. Would fore and aft the storm-proof sailor rake ll thr de ma ie an o o bl col th Woul Keep turtle-eating aldermen awake And make ev'n pretty younger tongues lie still ‘This play not ev'n managers would refuse Had heav'n but giv'n €'m any brains to chuse Your bard to-night, bred in the ancient school Designs and measures all by critic rule 'T‘LS *Mongst friends,-it goes no further,-he's a fool His Desert Island is his own clear skull No soul to make the play-house ring and rattle - No trumpets, thunder, ranting, storms, and battle But all your fine poetic prittle prattle The plot is this:-a lady's cast away Long before the beginning of the play -- S o R So very classic, and so very dull And they are taken by a fisherman The lady and the child;-'tis Bayes's plan So on he blunders;-he's an Irishman Ti |