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Theatre.
IF in the Theatre the Maid be found,
Thence may your Passion with success be Crown'd.
Whilst now She Mourns the fancy'd Hero's Fate,
Whilst in her Eyes her ready Sorrows wait,
Attend their fall; claim all her Tears your due,
The fancy'd Lover never lov'd like you,
Claim not her Tears alone,—
But claim the charming Eyes which shed them too.
Strange Contradiction reigns in Woman's mind,
Only to shew, and false appearance, kind.
Mind not the Action, nor the Authors strain,
Slight gawdy Shows, and make her Face thy Scene.
Raise no ill-natur'd Hiss to Damn the Play,
But Criticize on what dull Criticks say.
Let those who bite the Poet, so be bit,
Thus whilst you show good Nature, show your Wit.