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.