Classic Poem

Spoke by Miss R OBINSON .

Little and light , myself like things in vogue ;
You'd guess me fond , of a light Epilogue ;
But you're mistaken — I've a taste, improving ,
And fancy nothing but what's strong and moving :
You Ladies , too, spite of what criticks say,
Lean all your judgments the same natural way.

W HEN Oratordos lull this tuneful nation,
Who is not mov'd to strong — commiseration?
When Harlequin jumps, nimbly, thro' the casement ,
All the charm'd house is mov'd to wise amazement!
Then mark! — some well-writ Tragedy comes after;
And that ne'er fails to move — your general laughter .
Pleas'd , that we please — next, comedy , we play,
And, then, the whole town's mov'd — to keep away .

'T WERE endless, thus to tire your ears with proving ;
— Not a toupee , but's either mov'd — or moving!
Gay belles are mov'd, to talk , — soft beaux , to stare ,
Players , to fret — poor poets are mov'd, to swear!
And I , not last, in will , tho' least, in measure
Am, in my turn, too, mov'd — to wish you pleasure:
In fine, which way soe'er your taste may run ye,
Our Managers are mov'd — to get your money .
Move ne'er so strangely — I'll be short and pithy
We should move poorly — did not we move with ye.