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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419846" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prologue Spoken the First Day of the King's House Acting After the Fire</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So shipwracked passengers escape to land, <br>So look they, when on the bare beach they stand, <br>Dropping and cold, and their first fear scarce o'er, <br>Expecting famine on a desert shore. <br>From that hard climate we must wait for bread, <br>Whence even the natives, forced by hunger, fled. <br>Our stage does human chance present to view, <br>But ne'er before was seen so sadly true: <br>You are changed too, and your pretence to see <br>Is but a nobler name for charity. <br>Your own provisions furnish out our feasts, <br>While you, the founders, make yourselves the guests. <br>Of all mankind beside, fate had some care, <br>But for poor Wit no portion did prepare, <br>'Tis left a rent-charge to the brave and fair. <br>You cherished it, and now its fall you mourn, <br>Which blind unmannered zealots make their scorn, <br>Who think that fire a judgment on the stage, <br>Which spared not temples in its furious rage. <br>But as our new-built city rises higher, <br>So from old theatres may new aspire, <br>Since fate contrives magnificence by fire. <br>Our great metropolis does far surpass <br>Whate'er is now, and equals all that was: <br>Our wit as far does foreign wit excel, <br>And, like a king, should in a palace dwell. <br>But we with golden hopes are vainly fed <br>Talk high, and entertain you in a shed: <br>Your presence here, for which we humbly sue <br>Will grace old theatres, and build up new.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Dryden">John Dryden</a><div class=q>
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So look they, when on the bare beach they stand, 
Dropping and cold, and their first fear scarce o'er, 
Expecting famine on a desert shore. 
From that hard climate we must wait for bread, 
Whence even the..."></div>
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