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Till Death unfelt that tender frame destroy, In some soft Dream, or Extasy of Joy, Peaceful fleep out the Sabbath of the Tomb, And wake to Raptures in a Life to come.
VER. 15. Originally thus in the MS.
And oh fince Death must that fair frame destroy,
To Mr. THOMAS SOUTHERN,
On his Birth-day, 1742.
ESIGN'D to live, prepar'd to die,
And for his judgment, lo a pudden!
VER. 6. A table,] Mr. Southern was invited to dine on his birth-day with this Nobleman, who had prepared for him the entertainment of which the bill of fare is here fet down.
VER. 8. Prefents her harp] The Harp is generally wove on the Irish Linen; fuch as Table-cloths, etc.
May Toм, whom heav'n fent down to raise
Walk to his
VFR. 16. The Price of prologues and of play,] This alludes to a story Mr. Southern told of Dryden, about the fame time, to Mr. P. and Mr. W.-When Southern first wrote for the Stage, Dryden was fo famous for his Prologues, that the Players would act nothing without that decoration His ufual price till then had been four guineas: But when Southern came to him for the Prologue he had befpoke, Dryden told him he muft have fix guineas for it; "which (faid he) "young man, is out of no disrespect to you, but the Players "have had my goods too cheap."- We now look upon these Prologues with the fame admiration that the Virtuofi do on the Apothecaries pots painted by Raphael.-As Southern raised the price of Dryden's Prelogues, fo he raised the price of his own Plays, being the first who brought the Bookfellers to give 1001. for the copy of a Play.