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Show e & APPENDIX RO Ay you may frowni [Looks behind the Scenes) I' at you, great and small Your poet, playets, managerand all These fools within here swear that I'm in liquor My passion warms me; makes my utt'rance thicker I totter too,-but that's the gout and p: in French wines and living high have been my bane From all temptations now I wisely steer me Nor will I suffer one fine-woman near nie EP HIM And this I sacrifice 'to gi;.*e you pleasure For you, I've coin'd m Manuscript AND brains an (Pull qut here's the treasure A treasure this of profit.and delight And all thrown by for this damn'd stuff to-night GARRICK I }"3'_{.\' POET' This is a play would water ev'ry eye IfI but look upon't, it;makes me cry Thi tear play woul draw fre blood-stain' And melt the bowels.of ‘hard-hearted law soldier |
