WRITTEN BY JOHN TAYLOR, ESQ.
WHAT can we now invite you to partake,
When realms have been exhausted for your fake,
And ample Nature travers’d o'er and o’er,
'Till all her beaten haunts will yield no more?
From climes where Phæbus pours his brightest ray
To where scarce faintly gleams the twilight day,
The dauntless Bard has urg'd his vent'rous aim,
To greet you still with fresh Dramatic game.
One noble Hunter, of the Thespian train,
Rush'd from his Avon's side o'er earth's domain,
And brought with happy Magic, more than toil,
The motley tribes of ev'ry varying foil ;
While his quick eye so widely could explore
That Time himself, shall ne'er discover more:
Nay, in the track of his sublime career,
We pass the bounds of Nature's humble sphere;
And zealous after all our search has found,
Through radiant wilds of Fancy's fairy ground;
Once more the arduous chace we dare pursue,
And fondly hope we've started something new.
Our Hero, for so far we may discover,
Is a young Actor, and of course a lover!
But, what, perhaps, will raise no flight surprise !
Though used to various shapes, above disguise.
Fiétitious language, of a borrow'd part,
Sports from his tongue, indeed, but not his heart!
For Nature's warm and absolute controul
Guides ev'ry impulse of his gen'rous foul.
Sure such a part your favour muit engage,
And though a stranger on the mimic stage,