A fellow-feeling makes one wondrous kind.[387:2]

Prologue on Quitting the Stage in 1776.

Prologues like compliments are loss of time;

'T is penning bows and making legs in rhyme.

Prologue to Crisp's Tragedy of Virginia.

Let others hail the rising sun:

I bow to that whose course is run.[387:3]

On the Death of Mr. Pelham.

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This scholar, rake, Christian, dupe, gamester, and poet.