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331. 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

332. 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

333. 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

334. 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

335. 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

336. 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

337. 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

338. 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

339. 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

340. 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