What flocks of critics hover here today,
As vultures wait on armies for their prey,
All gaping for the carcase of a play!
With croaking notes they bode some dire event,
And follow dying poets by the scent.


Prologue - All for Love (1678)


What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcase of a play! With croaking notes they...

What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcase of a play! With croaking notes they...

What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcase of a play! With croaking notes they...

What flocks of critics hover here today, As vultures wait on armies for their prey, All gaping for the carcase of a play! With croaking notes they...