Do I play the romantic actor’s Part

With Scenery & Sets to suit my Mood?

Why build I wooden Props for lady’s Heart

With changing Choruses so proudly fused

Come Shouts! Come Sighs! To motley Script I write–

Direct these Canons! These revolving Tents!

With wardrobed Words, in masqueraded Light;

Writ to enliven, whom I give Audience.

At least, in standing hid where Curtains meet,

My Thoughts, my Heart, my Words never pretend.

Now, dazzling Overtures let Body beat;

If fail, sure to lead to a drastic End.

      Majestically, I act Hero or Fool

      To this sought after Praise, your Heart, my Jewel.

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