This black ENCHANTER's wicked arts beware!
His subtle poison dims the brightest eyes,
And at his touch, each grace and beauty dies:
Love, gentleness and joy to rage give way,
And the soft dove becomes a bird of prey.
May this our bold advent'rer break the spell,
And drive the _demon_ to his native hell.
Ye slaves of passion, and ye dupes of chance,
Wake all your pow'rs from this destructive trance!
Shake off the shackles of this tyrant vice:
Hear other calls than those of cards and dice:
Be learn'd in nobler arts, than arts of _play_,
And other debts, than those of _honour_ pay:
No longer live insensible to shame,
Lost to your country, families and fame.
Could our romantic muse this work atchieve,
Would there one honest heart in _Britain_ grieve?
Th' attempt, though wild, would not in vain be made,
If every honest hand would lend its aid.




Dramatis Personae.

MEN.

Beverley, Mr. GARRICK.
Lewson, Mr. MOSSOP.
Stukely, Mr. DAVIES.