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Delivered Previous to the Performance of 'The Wheel of Fortune' at a Private Theatre
Since the refinement of this polish'd age / Has swept immortal raillery from the stage; / Since taste has now expunged licentious wit, / Which stamp'd disgrace on all an author writ; / Since now to please with purer scenes we seek, / Nor dare to call the blush from Beauty's cheek; / Oh! let the modest Muse some pity claim, / And meet indulgence, though she find not fame.