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251. Once more we young asserters of the stage

First Line:: Once more we young asserters of the stage
Last Line:: May every Juba find his Marcia kind
DMI number:: 11309

252. Once more we're come in spite of party rage

First Line:: Once more we're come in spite of party rage
Last Line:: And give to all those past one blockhead more
DMI number:: 38390

253. Our modern poets scarce know how to choose

First Line:: Our modern poets scarce know how to choose
Last Line:: Endure them now that will be ample praise
Author:: Hannah More (Absolute)
DMI number:: 38499

254. Our muse descries no lover's passion

First Line:: Our muse descries no lover's passion
Last Line:: Who are not such let them do what they will
DMI number:: 38758

255. Our play tonight wants novelty tis true

First Line:: Our play tonight wants novelty tis true
Last Line:: And lose the goaler in the dull divine
Author:: Samuel Whyte (Absolute)
DMI number:: 35829

256. Our play's a parallel the holy league

First Line:: Our play's a parallel the holy league
Last Line:: Pull down the master and set up the man
Author:: John Dryden (Absolute)
DMI number:: 35784

257. Our poet never doubts the good success

First Line:: Our poet never doubts the good success
Last Line:: To count french toys good wares french nonsense wit
Author:: Thomas Shadwell (Absolute)
DMI number:: 38810

258. Our poet once resolved to quit the stage

First Line:: Our poet once resolved to quit the stage
Last Line:: We're the only losers if you damn the play
Author:: Thomas Shadwell (Absolute)
DMI number:: 38811

259. Our poet taught by you sirs to despise

First Line:: Our poet taught by you sirs to despise
Last Line:: Whom sense can never persuade nor wit can bribe
Author:: Thomas Shadwell (Absolute)
DMI number:: 38817

260. Our prologue wit grows flat the nap's worn off

First Line:: Our prologue wit grows flat the nap's worn off
Last Line:: With lewd lives and no fortunes would defend it
DMI number:: 6491

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