Lines by Mr. Higgons, in the Blank Leaf of "The Royal Mischief," a Tragedy, by Mrs. Manley

The tender boy in our cold country 's chill'd; No sooner born, but the young Cupid 's kill'd. All talk of Love, but few the passion feel, Till thy warm lines the sacred power reveal; Such mysteries of Love thy scenes convey, That 'tis Enjoyment but to read thy Play. All sex and age attend thy moving song, Which virtue brings to all; confirms the strong, Recruits the weak, and makes the dotard young.