The First of April Or, The Triumphs of Folly: A Poem Dedicated to a Celebrated Duchess. By the author of The Diaboliad.   By: William Combe (1742-1823)

FIRST OF APRIL:

OR, THE

TRIUMPHS

OF

FOLLY:

A

POEM.

DEDICATED TO A

CELEBRATED DUTCHESS.

BY THE AUTHOR OF THE DIABOLIAD.

DOST THOU CALL ME FOOL, BOY? ALL THY OTHER TITLES THOU HAST GIVEN AWAY THAT THOU WAST BORN WITH!

SHAKESPEARE.

LONDON:

Printed for J. Bew, No. 28, Paternoster Row.

MDCCLXXVII.

[Price Two Shillings and Six Pence.]

DEDICATION

TO A

CELEBRATED DUTCHESS.

MADAM,

I am rather apprehensive that you will rank me among the Impertinents of the Age, in giving a performance which treats professedly of the Triumphs of Folly, the Sanction of Your Grace. But tho', in the too great quickness of apprehension, this may be the case; I have not the least doubt but, in some succeeding moments of coolness and candour, you will accompany me through this Address; and not suffer a condemning spirit to pass a final sentence upon me, without giving some little attention to my justification.

I need not tell Your Grace, that, in former times, every Family of Distinction was considered as incomplete in its establishment, if it did not possess a certain whimsical Character called a Fool ; who was either to afford amusement to his witty Master by the real singularity of his Humour, or to act as a foil to his foolish Lord by well timed displays of affected Folly. These appendages to Greatness have long been laid aside. Indeed, the present Age, which is remarkable for its refinements, has, in the general methods of forming the Great, blended the two Characters; and it does not seldom happen, as Your Grace very well knows, that a Modern Man of Fashion serves his Company both as their Host and their Buffoon . I cannot therefore, in justice, be considered as guilty of any impropriety in addressing this work to Your Grace, as it relates to a Personage, who has heretofore possessed, as it were, a domestic union with the Great, by furnishing, from among her Children, the chief Wits of their noble Houses.

Tho' it has changed its appearance, the connection has not ceased to subsist; and FOLLY, though she extends her influence over all ranks and professions, still seems more particularly attached to the higher Orders of Life.

FOLLY loves the Toilette of a Woman of Fashion! It is her Altar. The enormity of its expences, the frivolousness, to say no worse, of its conversation, and the time which is lost in attending its duties, are so many offerings to her honour. The love of display is inherent in her nature: every place of public amusement is, more or less, her delight; but an Opera is her favourite entertainment. There, she not only presides, but triumphs. There, Sense, Taste, and Reason, lie beneath her Feet.

As she is now become your intimate companion, I will not mortify Your Grace with the history of her origin, and an account of her genealogy, which I am sure would greatly distress you. Believe me, Madam, I should be sorry to give you a moment's mortification. My sincere desire is to do you good, by warning you of the danger which awaits such a disgraceful connection.

At your time of life it is not wholly unnatural that you should find something pleasant in the frolic gaiety of your Friend; and the Flatterers, who are alike under her influence, may find something graceful in the manners which she might communicate to you: but in the Mirror of Wisdom, the highest beauties of FOLLY appear but as foul deformities; and she is there seen in her natural appearance, attended by Vice, Contempt, and Misery.

The Prosperity of Fools , says the Wise Man, shall destroy them . The influence of FOLLY is more dangerous, as the station it possesses is more exalted; and as the means of doing good are more enlarged among the Rich and Great, that time is the more to be lamented which they consume in frivolous pursuits and empty pleasures.