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First Line: This jeast was first of t' other houses making
Last Line: As, in a combat, coats of mayle, and charms.
Variant Title(s): Prologues, Epilogues And Songs From The Conquest Of Granada: 1
Subject(s): Gwynn, Eleanor (nell) (1650-1687); Plays & Playwrights ; Poetry & Poets; Gwyn, Eleanor (nell); Gwynne, Eleanor (nell); Dramatists


THIS jeast was first of t' other houses making,
And, five times try'd, has never fail'd of taking;
For 'twere a shame a Poet shoud be kill'd
Under the shelter of so broad a shield.
This is that hat, whose very sight did win yee
To laugh and clap as though the Devil were in yee.
As then for Nokes, so now I hope you'l be
So dull, to laugh once more for love of me.
I'll write a Play, sayes one, for I have got
A broad-brim'd hat and wastbelt towards a Plot.
Sayes t' other, I have one more large than that.
Thus they out-write each other -- with a hat.
The brims still grew with every Play they writ;
And grew so large, they cover'd all the wit.
Hat was the Play; 'twas language, wit, and Tale:
Like them that find Meat, drink, and cloth in Ale.
What dulness do these Mungrill-wits confess,
When all their hope is acting of a dress!
Thus, two the best Comedians of the Age
Must be worn out with being Blocks o' th' Stage:
Like a young Girl, who better things has known,
Beneath their Poets Impotence they groan.
See now what Charity it was to save!
They thought you lik'd what onely you forgave;
And brought you more dull sence, dull sence much worse
Than brisk gay Non-sence, and the heavyer Curse.
They bring old Ir'n and glass upon the Stage,
To barter with the Indians of our Age.
Still they write on, and like great Authors show;
But 'tis as Rowlers in wet gardens grow
Heavy with dirt, and gath'ring as they goe.
May none, who have so little understood,
To like such trash, presume to praise what's good!
And may those drudges of the Stage, whose fate
Is, damn'd dull farce more dully to translate,
Fall under that excise the State thinks fit
To set on all French wares, whose worst is wit.
French Farce, worn out at home, is sent abroad;
And, patch'd up here, is made our English mode.
Henceforth, let Poets, 'ere allow'd to write,
Be search'd, like Duellists before they fight,
For wheel-broad hats, dull Humour, all that chaffe,
Which makes you mourn, and makes the Vulgar laugh:
For these, in Playes, are as unlawful Arms,
As, in a Combat, Coats of Mayle, and Charms.





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