prologue
spoken by mr. woods on his be-night, monday, 16th april, 1787.
when, by a generous public's kind accim,
that dearest meed is granted—ho fame;
waen here your favour is the actor's lot,
nor even the man in private life fot;
what breast so dead to heavenly virtue's glow,
but heaves impassion'd with the grateful throe?
poor is the task to please a barb'rous throng,
it needs no siddons' powers in southern's song;
but here an a nation, fam'd afar,
fenius, learning high, as great in war.
hail, caledonia, name for ever dear!
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