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VGW(RI.768.041
11 Aug 1768:13 (118)
Mr. Rind, The two epilogues I herewith send you, were never
designed to appear in print; but as I have some reason to
believe a copy of one of them, has found its way to one of
the printing-offices, unknown to me, I now submit them to
you, to print, or not, just as you please, I am, sir, yours,
&c. [signed] Damon.
EPILOGUE FOR MRS. AND MISS DOWTHAITT; TO BE SPOKEN BY THE
LATTER.
To teach the soul to pity the distress'd,
And wake the softer passions in the breast;
This Otway knew--and still with gentlest art,
And sweetest numbers, charms the melting heart.
. . . [18 lines]
EPILOGUE FOR MR. BROMADGE, IN THE CHARACTER OF A SAILOR.
Sailors are seldom poets--often poor,
Nor know your classick, or Piertan lore:
Our harsher phrases of--avast!--belay!
Would sound but roughly, tacked to a play.
. . . [11 lines]
In happier scenes may pass my future days,
And bid adieu--to epilogues and plays.
To all my audience too--my thanks I give;
In peace and plenty--may they happy live,
Nor ever feel oppression's iron hand,
And liberty forever bless their land.
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