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THE PLAY-HOUSE. A SATYR.
OF all the things which at this guilty time,
Have felt the honest Satyr's wholsome Rhime,
The Play-house has scap't best, been most forborn,
Though it, of all things, most deserves our scorn.
I then, inspir'd with bold, Satyrick rage,
A sworn Foe to the mercenary Stage,
(And yet a Foe no further than to show
The World what weed in that rank Soil does (grow)
Will strip it bare of all the gay attire
Which Women love, and Fools so much admire.
Ye biting Scorpions (for I've heard of such,
And as for Spleen I cannot have too much)
Aid me, I beg you, with inveterate spite,
Instruct me how to stab, each word I write;