Fovr nevv playes viz : The seege of Vrbin, Selindra, Love and frienship, Tragy-comedies, Pandora, a comedy / written by Sr. William Killigrew ...

The Latine Verses Translated.

THat thy wise, and modest Muse, Flies the Stages Looser Use; Not Baudry VVit, does falsely Name, And to move Laughter, puts off Shame. That thy Theatres Loud Noyse, May be Virgins Chast Applause; And the stol'd Matron, grave Divine, Their Lectures done, may tend to thine! That no Actor's made profane, To debase God, to raise thy strain; And People forc'd that hear thy Play, Their Money, and their Souls to pay. That thou leav'st Affected Phrase, To the Shops to Use, and Praise; And breath'st a Noble Courtly Vain, Such as may Caesar entertain, VVhen he weari'd would lay down, The Burdens that attend a Crown, Disband his So••ls severer Powers, In Mirth and Ease dissolve two Houres! These are thy Inferious Arts, These I call thy second Parts!

But when thou carriest on the Plot, And all are lost, i'th' subtle Knot, When the Scene sticks to ev'ry thought, And can to no Event be brought, When thus of Old, the Scene betray'd, Poets, call'd Gods unto their Aid; Who by Power might do the thing, Art could to no Issue bring. As the Pellaean Prince that broke, VVith a Rude and Down-right stroke. The Perplext and Fatall Noose, VVhich his skill could not Unloose! Thou do'st a Nobler Art professe, And the Coyl'd Serpent can'st no lesse Stretch out from every twisted Fold, In which he lay invove and rould. Induce a Night, and then a Day, VVrap up all in Clouds, and then display Th' easie, and the even Designe, A Plot, without a God, Divine! Let others bold pretending Penns, VVrite Acts of Gods, that know not Mens. In this to Thee, all must resigne Th'surprize o'th•• Scene is wholly Thine!