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THE ROSCIAD.
Some call'd for M———y, but that sound soon dy'd,
And Desart Island rang on ev'ry side:
Others for F—kl–n voted, but 'twas known, 65
He sicken'd at all triumphs but his own:
For Colman many, but the peevish tongue
Of prudent age found out that he was young.
And Desart Island rang on ev'ry side:
Others for F—kl–n voted, but 'twas known, 65
He sicken'd at all triumphs but his own:
For Colman many, but the peevish tongue
Of prudent age found out that he was young.
With sleek appearance, and with ambling pace,
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face, 70
The Proteus H–ll put in his modest plea———
Let favour speak for others, worth for me.
For who like him his various pow'rs could call
Into so many shapes, and shine in all?
Who could so nobly grace the motley list, 75
Actor, Inspector, Doctor, Botanist.
Knows any one so well, sure no one knows,
At once to play, prescribe, compound, compose?
Who can?—But Woodward came,—H–ll slipp'd away,
Melting like ghosts before the rising day. 80
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face, 70
The Proteus H–ll put in his modest plea———
Let favour speak for others, worth for me.
For who like him his various pow'rs could call
Into so many shapes, and shine in all?
Who could so nobly grace the motley list, 75
Actor, Inspector, Doctor, Botanist.
Knows any one so well, sure no one knows,
At once to play, prescribe, compound, compose?
Who can?—But Woodward came,—H–ll slipp'd away,
Melting like ghosts before the rising day. 80
Cold-blooded critics, by enervate sires
Scarce hammer'd out, when Nature's feeble fires
Glimmer'd their last; whose sluggish blood, half froze,
Creeps lab'ring thro' the veins; whose heart ne'er glows
With fancy-kindled heat—A servile race, 85
Who in mere want of fault all merit place;
Scarce hammer'd out, when Nature's feeble fires
Glimmer'd their last; whose sluggish blood, half froze,
Creeps lab'ring thro' the veins; whose heart ne'er glows
With fancy-kindled heat—A servile race, 85
Who in mere want of fault all merit place;
Who
