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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=472290" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue to the 'Good Natur'd Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As puffing quacks some caitiff wretch procure<br>To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;<br>Thus on the stage, our play-wrights still depend<br>For Epilogues and Prologues on some friend,<br>Who knows each art of coaxing up the town, <br>And make full many a bitter pill go down.<br>Conscious of this, our bard has gone about,<br>And teas'd each rhyming friend to help him out.<br>'An Epilogue - things can't go on without it;<br>It could not fail, would you but set about it.' <br>'Young man,' cries one - a bard laid up in clover -<br>'Alas, young man, my writing days are over;<br>Let boys play tricks, and kick the straw; not I:<br>Your brother Doctor there, perhaps, may try.'<br>'What I? dear Sir,' the Doctor interposes <br>'What plant my thistle, Sir, among his roses!<br>No, no; I've other contests to maintain;<br>To-night I head our troops at Warwick Lane:<br>Go, ask your manager.' 'Who, me? Your pardon;<br>Those things are not our forte at Covent Garden.' <br>Our Author's friends, thus plac'd at happy distance,<br>Give him good words indeed, but no assistance.<br>As some unhappy wight, at some new play,<br>At the Pit door stands elbowing a way,<br>While oft, with many a smile, and many a shrug, <br>He eyes the centre, where his friends sit snug;<br>His simp'ring friends, with pleasure in their eyes,<br>Sink as he sinks, and as he rises rise;<br>He nods, they nod; he cringes, they grimace;<br>But not a soul will budge to give him place. <br>Since then, unhelp'd, our bard must now conform<br>'To 'bide the pelting of this pitiless storm' -<br>Blame where you must, be candid where you can;<br>And be each critic the 'Good Natur'd Man'.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Oliver+Goldsmith">Oliver Goldsmith</a><div class=q>
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To swear the pill, or drop, has wrought a cure;
Thus on the stage, our play-wrights still depend
For Epilogues and Prologues on some friend,
Who knows each art of coaxing up the town, 
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