The Rosciad
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THE
ROSCIAD.
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THE
ROSCIAD.
BY
C. CHURCHILL.
Unknowing, and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial Views;
With honest Freedom plays the Critic's Part,
And praises, as she censures, from the Heart.
Boldly defies all mean and partial Views;
With honest Freedom plays the Critic's Part,
And praises, as she censures, from the Heart.
THE SECOND EDITION,
Revised and Corrected, with Additions.
LONDON:
Printed for the Author, and sold by W. Flexney, near
Gray's-Inn-Gate, Holborn.
MDCCLXI.
THE
ROSCIAD.
oscius deceased, each high aspiring play'r
Push'd all his int'rest for the vacant chair.
The buskin'd heroes of the mimic stage
No longer whine in love, and rant in rage;
The monarch quits his throne, and condescends 5
Humbly to court the favour of his friends;
For pity's sake tells undeserv'd mishaps,
And their applause to gain, recounts his claps.
Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome,
To win the mob, a suppliant's form assume; 10
In pompous strain fight o'er th' extinguish'd war,
And shew where honour bled in every scar.
Push'd all his int'rest for the vacant chair.
The buskin'd heroes of the mimic stage
No longer whine in love, and rant in rage;
The monarch quits his throne, and condescends 5
Humbly to court the favour of his friends;
For pity's sake tells undeserv'd mishaps,
And their applause to gain, recounts his claps.
Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome,
To win the mob, a suppliant's form assume; 10
In pompous strain fight o'er th' extinguish'd war,
And shew where honour bled in every scar.
But though bear merit might in Rome appear,
'Tis not the strongest plea for favour here,
We form our judgment in another way; 15
And they will best succeed, who best can pay:
Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
'Tis not the strongest plea for favour here,
We form our judgment in another way; 15
And they will best succeed, who best can pay:
Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
What can an actor give? in ev'ry age
Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage; 20
Monarchs themselves to grief of ev'ry play'r,
Appear as often as their image there:
They can't, like candidate for other seat,
Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat.
Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon; 25
And of roast beef, they only know the tune.
But what they have they give; could Clive do more,
Though for one million he had brought home four?
Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage; 20
Monarchs themselves to grief of ev'ry play'r,
Appear as often as their image there:
They can't, like candidate for other seat,
Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat.
Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon; 25
And of roast beef, they only know the tune.
But what they have they give; could Clive do more,
Though for one million he had brought home four?
S———r keeps open house at Southwark fair,
And hopes the friends of humour will be there. 30
In Smithfield, Y———s prepares the rival treat,
For those who laughter love instead of meat.
F—te, at Old House, for even F—te will be
In self-conceit an actor) bribes with tea;
Which W—k—s–n at second hand receives, 35
And at the New pours water on the leaves.
And hopes the friends of humour will be there. 30
In Smithfield, Y———s prepares the rival treat,
For those who laughter love instead of meat.
F—te, at Old House, for even F—te will be
In self-conceit an actor) bribes with tea;
Which W—k—s–n at second hand receives, 35
And at the New pours water on the leaves.
The Town divided, each runs sev'ral ways,
As passion, humour, int'rest, party sways.
Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair; 40
A dress well chosen, or a patch misplac'd,
Conciliate favour, or create distaste.
As passion, humour, int'rest, party sways.
Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair; 40
A dress well chosen, or a patch misplac'd,
Conciliate favour, or create distaste.
From galleries loud peals of laughter roll,
And thunder Shuter's praises—he's so droll.
Embox'd the ladies must have something smart, 45
Palmer! Oh! Palmer tops the janty part.
Seated in pit, the dwarf with aching eyes
Looks up, and vows that Barry's out of size;
Whilst to six feet the stripling vig'rous grown,
Declares that Garrick is another Coan. 50
And thunder Shuter's praises—he's so droll.
Embox'd the ladies must have something smart, 45
Palmer! Oh! Palmer tops the janty part.
Seated in pit, the dwarf with aching eyes
Looks up, and vows that Barry's out of size;
Whilst to six feet the stripling vig'rous grown,
Declares that Garrick is another Coan. 50
When place of judgment is by whim supply'd,
And our opinions have their rise in pride;
When, in discoursing on each mimic elf,
We praise and censure with an eye to self;
All must find friends; and A—m–n bids as fair 55
In such a court, as Garrick for the chair.
And our opinions have their rise in pride;
When, in discoursing on each mimic elf,
We praise and censure with an eye to self;
All must find friends; and A—m–n bids as fair 55
In such a court, as Garrick for the chair.
At length agreed all squabbles to decide,
By some one judge the cause was to be try'd;
But this their squabbles did afresh renew,
Who should be judge in such a tryal:———Who? 60
By some one judge the cause was to be try'd;
But this their squabbles did afresh renew,
Who should be judge in such a tryal:———Who? 60
For J–hns–n some; but J–hns–n, it was fear'd,
Would be too grave; and St–ne too loose appear'd:
Some call'd for M———y, but that sound soon dy'd,
And Desart Island rang on ev'ry side:
Others for F—kl–n voted, but 'twas known, 65
He sicken'd at all triumphs but his own:
For Colman many, but the peevish tongue
Of prudent age found out that he was young.
Would be too grave; and St–ne too loose appear'd:
Some call'd for M———y, but that sound soon dy'd,
And Desart Island rang on ev'ry side:
Others for F—kl–n voted, but 'twas known, 65
He sicken'd at all triumphs but his own:
For Colman many, but the peevish tongue
Of prudent age found out that he was young.
With sleek appearance, and with ambling pace,
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face, 70
The Proteus H–ll put in his modest plea———
Let favour speak for others, worth for me.
For who like him his various pow'rs could call
Into so many shapes, and shine in all?
Who could so nobly grace the motley list, 75
Actor, Inspector, Doctor, Botanist.
Knows any one so well, sure no one knows,
At once to play, prescribe, compound, compose?
Who can?—But Woodward came,—H–ll slipp'd away,
Melting like ghosts before the rising day. 80
And, type of vacant head, with vacant face, 70
The Proteus H–ll put in his modest plea———
Let favour speak for others, worth for me.
For who like him his various pow'rs could call
Into so many shapes, and shine in all?
Who could so nobly grace the motley list, 75
Actor, Inspector, Doctor, Botanist.
Knows any one so well, sure no one knows,
At once to play, prescribe, compound, compose?
Who can?—But Woodward came,—H–ll slipp'd away,
Melting like ghosts before the rising day. 80
Cold-blooded critics, by enervate sires
Scarce hammer'd out, when Nature's feeble fires
Glimmer'd their last; whose sluggish blood, half froze,
Creeps lab'ring thro' the veins; whose heart ne'er glows
With fancy-kindled heat—A servile race, 85
Who in mere want of fault all merit place;
Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools,
Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules;
With solemn consequence declar'd that none
Could judge that cause but Sophocles alone. 90
Dupes to their fancied excellence, the crowd
Obsequious to the sacred dictate bow'd.
Scarce hammer'd out, when Nature's feeble fires
Glimmer'd their last; whose sluggish blood, half froze,
Creeps lab'ring thro' the veins; whose heart ne'er glows
With fancy-kindled heat—A servile race, 85
Who in mere want of fault all merit place;
Who blind obedience pay to ancient schools,
Bigots to Greece, and slaves to musty rules;
With solemn consequence declar'd that none
Could judge that cause but Sophocles alone. 90
Dupes to their fancied excellence, the crowd
Obsequious to the sacred dictate bow'd.
When, from amidst the throng a youth stood forth,
Unknown his person, not unknown his worth;
His looks bespoke applause; alone he stood, 95
Alone he stemm'd the mighty critic flood.
He talk'd of ancients as the man became
Who priz'd our own, but envied not their fame;
With noble rev'rence spoke of Greece and Rome,
And scorn'd to tear the laurel from the tomb. 100
Unknown his person, not unknown his worth;
His looks bespoke applause; alone he stood, 95
Alone he stemm'd the mighty critic flood.
He talk'd of ancients as the man became
Who priz'd our own, but envied not their fame;
With noble rev'rence spoke of Greece and Rome,
And scorn'd to tear the laurel from the tomb. 100
"But more than just to other countries grown,
"Must we turn base apostates to our own?
"Where do these words of Greece and Rome excel,
"That England may not please the ear as well?
"What mighty magic's in the place or air, 105
"That all perfection needs must center there?
"In states, let strangers blindly be prefer'd;
"In state of letters, merit should be heard.
"Genius is of no country, her pure ray
"Spreads all abroad as gen'ral as the day. 110
"Foe to restraint, from place to place she flies,
"And may hereafter e'en in Holland rise.
"May not, to give a pleasing fancy scope,
"And chear a patriot heart with patriot hope;
"May not some great extensive genius raise 115
"The name of Britain 'bove Athenian praise;
"And, whilst brave thirst of fame his bosom warms,
"Make England great in letters as in arms?
"There may—there hath—and Shakespear's muse aspires
"Beyond the reach of Greece; with native fires, 120
"Mounting alost he wings his daring flight,
"Whilst Sophocles below stands trembling at his height."
"Must we turn base apostates to our own?
"Where do these words of Greece and Rome excel,
"That England may not please the ear as well?
"What mighty magic's in the place or air, 105
"That all perfection needs must center there?
"In states, let strangers blindly be prefer'd;
"In state of letters, merit should be heard.
"Genius is of no country, her pure ray
"Spreads all abroad as gen'ral as the day. 110
"Foe to restraint, from place to place she flies,
"And may hereafter e'en in Holland rise.
"May not, to give a pleasing fancy scope,
"And chear a patriot heart with patriot hope;
"May not some great extensive genius raise 115
"The name of Britain 'bove Athenian praise;
"And, whilst brave thirst of fame his bosom warms,
"Make England great in letters as in arms?
"There may—there hath—and Shakespear's muse aspires
"Beyond the reach of Greece; with native fires, 120
"Mounting alost he wings his daring flight,
"Whilst Sophocles below stands trembling at his height."
Why should we then abroad for judges roam,
When abler judges we may find at home?
Happy in tragic and in comic pow'rs, 125
Have we not Shakespear?———Is not Johnson ours?
For them, your nat'ral judges, Britons vote;
They'll judge like Britons, who like Britons wrote.
When abler judges we may find at home?
Happy in tragic and in comic pow'rs, 125
Have we not Shakespear?———Is not Johnson ours?
For them, your nat'ral judges, Britons vote;
They'll judge like Britons, who like Britons wrote.
He said, and conquer'd.———Sense resum'd her sway,
And disappointed pedants stalk'd away. 130
Shakespear and Johnson, with deserv'd applause,
Joint-judges were ordain'd to try the cause.
Mean-time the stranger ev'ry voice employ'd,
To ask or tell his name.———"Who is it?"———Lloyd.
And disappointed pedants stalk'd away. 130
Shakespear and Johnson, with deserv'd applause,
Joint-judges were ordain'd to try the cause.
Mean-time the stranger ev'ry voice employ'd,
To ask or tell his name.———"Who is it?"———Lloyd.
Thus, when the aged friends of Job stood mute, 135
And tamely prudent gave up the dispute,
Elihu, with the decent warmth of youth,
Boldly stood forth, the advocate of Truth;
Confuted Falshood, and disabled Pride,
Whilst baffled Age stood snarling at his side. 140
And tamely prudent gave up the dispute,
Elihu, with the decent warmth of youth,
Boldly stood forth, the advocate of Truth;
Confuted Falshood, and disabled Pride,
Whilst baffled Age stood snarling at his side. 140
The day of tryal's fix'd, nor any fear
Lest day of tryal should be put off here.
Causes but seldom for delay can call
In courts where forms are few, fees none at all.
Lest day of tryal should be put off here.
Causes but seldom for delay can call
In courts where forms are few, fees none at all.
The morning came, nor find I that the sun, 145
As he on other great events hath done,
Put on a brighter robe than what he wore
To go his journey in the day before.
As he on other great events hath done,
Put on a brighter robe than what he wore
To go his journey in the day before.
Full in the centre of a spacious plain,
On plan entirely new, where nothing vain, 150
Nothing magnificent appear'd, but Art,
With decent modesty, perform'd her part,
Rose a tribunal: from no other court
It borrow'd ornament, or sought support:
No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear, 155
No bribes were taken, nor oaths broken here:
No gownsmen, partial to a client's cause,
To their own purpose tun'd the pliant laws.
Each judge was true and steady to his trust,
As Mansfield wise, and as old Foster just. 160
On plan entirely new, where nothing vain, 150
Nothing magnificent appear'd, but Art,
With decent modesty, perform'd her part,
Rose a tribunal: from no other court
It borrow'd ornament, or sought support:
No juries here were pack'd to kill or clear, 155
No bribes were taken, nor oaths broken here:
No gownsmen, partial to a client's cause,
To their own purpose tun'd the pliant laws.
Each judge was true and steady to his trust,
As Mansfield wise, and as old Foster just. 160
In the first seat, in robe of various dyes,
A noble wildness flashing from his eyes,
Sat Shakespear.———In one hand a wand he bore,
For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore;
The other held a globe, which to his will 165
Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill:
Things of the noblest kind his genius drew,
And look'd through Nature at a single view:
A loose he gave to his unbounded soul,
And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll; 170
Call'd into being scenes unknown before,
And, passing Nature's bounds, was something more.
A noble wildness flashing from his eyes,
Sat Shakespear.———In one hand a wand he bore,
For mighty wonders fam'd in days of yore;
The other held a globe, which to his will 165
Obedient turn'd, and own'd the master's skill:
Things of the noblest kind his genius drew,
And look'd through Nature at a single view:
A loose he gave to his unbounded soul,
And taught new lands to rise, new seas to roll; 170
Call'd into being scenes unknown before,
And, passing Nature's bounds, was something more.
Next Johnson sat,———in ancient learning train'd,
His rigid judgment Fancy's flights restrain'd,
Correctly prun'd each wild luxuriant thought, 175
Mark'd out her course,nor spar'd a glorious fault.
The Book of Man he read with nicest art,
And ransack'd all the secrets of the heart;
Exerted Penetration's utmost force,
And trac'd each passion to its proper source. 180
Then, strongly mark'd, in liveliest colours drew,
And brought each foible forth to public view.
The coxcomb felt a lash in ev'ry word,
And fools hung out their brother fools deterr'd.
His comic humour kept the world in awe, 185
And Laughter frightn'd Folly more than Law.
His rigid judgment Fancy's flights restrain'd,
Correctly prun'd each wild luxuriant thought, 175
Mark'd out her course,nor spar'd a glorious fault.
The Book of Man he read with nicest art,
And ransack'd all the secrets of the heart;
Exerted Penetration's utmost force,
And trac'd each passion to its proper source. 180
Then, strongly mark'd, in liveliest colours drew,
And brought each foible forth to public view.
The coxcomb felt a lash in ev'ry word,
And fools hung out their brother fools deterr'd.
His comic humour kept the world in awe, 185
And Laughter frightn'd Folly more than Law.
But, hark!———The trumpet sounds, the crowd gives way,
And the procession comes in just array.
And the procession comes in just array.
Now should I, in some sweet poetic line,
Offer up incense at Apollo's shrine; 190
Invoke the Muse to quit her calm abode,
And waken Mem'ry with a sleeping ode.
For how should mortal man, in mortal verse,
Their titles, merits, or their names rehearse?
But give, kind Dullness, Memory and Rhime, 195
We'll put off Genius till another time.
Offer up incense at Apollo's shrine; 190
Invoke the Muse to quit her calm abode,
And waken Mem'ry with a sleeping ode.
For how should mortal man, in mortal verse,
Their titles, merits, or their names rehearse?
But give, kind Dullness, Memory and Rhime, 195
We'll put off Genius till another time.
First, Order came,———with solemn step, and slow,
In measur'd time his feet were taught to go.
Behind, from time to time, he cast his eye,
Lest This should quit his place, That step awry. 200
Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.
In him his parents saw themselves renew'd,
Begotten by Sir Critic on Saint Prude.
In measur'd time his feet were taught to go.
Behind, from time to time, he cast his eye,
Lest This should quit his place, That step awry. 200
Appearances to save, his only care;
So things seem right, no matter what they are.
In him his parents saw themselves renew'd,
Begotten by Sir Critic on Saint Prude.
Then came drum, trumpet, hautboy, fiddle, flute; 205
Next, snuffer, sweeper, shifter, soldier, mute:
Legions of angels all in white advance;
Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance:
Pantomine figures then are brought to view,
Fools, hand in hand with fools, go two by two. 210
Next came the treasurer of either house;
One with full purse, t'other with not a sous.
Next, snuffer, sweeper, shifter, soldier, mute:
Legions of angels all in white advance;
Furies, all fire, come forward in a dance:
Pantomine figures then are brought to view,
Fools, hand in hand with fools, go two by two. 210
Next came the treasurer of either house;
One with full purse, t'other with not a sous.
Behind a group of figures awe create,
Set off with all th' impertinence of state;
By lace and feather consecrate to fame, 215
Expletive kings and queens without a name.
Set off with all th' impertinence of state;
By lace and feather consecrate to fame, 215
Expletive kings and queens without a name.
Here H–v—d, all serene, in the same strains,
Loves, hates, and rages, triumphs and complains;
His easy vacant face proclaim'd an heart
Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. 220
With him came mighty D———s:———On my life,
That D———s hath a very pretty wife!———
Statesman all over!———In plots famous grown!———
He mouths a sentence, as———ours mouth a bone.
Loves, hates, and rages, triumphs and complains;
His easy vacant face proclaim'd an heart
Which could not feel emotions, nor impart. 220
With him came mighty D———s:———On my life,
That D———s hath a very pretty wife!———
Statesman all over!———In plots famous grown!———
He mouths a sentence, as———ours mouth a bone.
Next, H–ll—nd came.—With truly tragic stalk, 225
He creeps, he flies.———An heroe should not walk.
As if with Heav'n he warr'd, his eager eyes
Planted their batteries against the skies:
Attitude, action, air, pause, sigh, groan
He borrow'd, and made use of as his own. 230
By Fortune thrown on any other stage,
He might, perhaps, have pleas'd an easy age;
But now appears a copy, and no more,
Of something better we have seen before.
The actor who would build a solid fame, 235
Must Imitation's servile arts disclaim;
Act from himself, on his own bottom stand.———
I hate e'en Garrick thus at second hand.
He creeps, he flies.———An heroe should not walk.
As if with Heav'n he warr'd, his eager eyes
Planted their batteries against the skies:
Attitude, action, air, pause, sigh, groan
He borrow'd, and made use of as his own. 230
By Fortune thrown on any other stage,
He might, perhaps, have pleas'd an easy age;
But now appears a copy, and no more,
Of something better we have seen before.
The actor who would build a solid fame, 235
Must Imitation's servile arts disclaim;
Act from himself, on his own bottom stand.———
I hate e'en Garrick thus at second hand.
Behind came K—g.———Bred up in modest lore,
Bashful and young, he sought Hibernia's shore; 240
Hibernia, fam'd, 'bove ev'ry other grace,
For matchless intrepidity of face.
From her his features caught the gen'rous flame,
And bid defiance to all sense of shame:
Tutor'd by all her rivals to surpass, 245
'Mongst Drury's sons he comes, and shines in Brass.
Bashful and young, he sought Hibernia's shore; 240
Hibernia, fam'd, 'bove ev'ry other grace,
For matchless intrepidity of face.
From her his features caught the gen'rous flame,
And bid defiance to all sense of shame:
Tutor'd by all her rivals to surpass, 245
'Mongst Drury's sons he comes, and shines in Brass.
Lo Y———s!———Without the least finesse of art
He gets applause!———I wish he'd get his part.
When hot impatience is in full career,
How vilely "Hark'e! Hark'e!" grates the ear? 250
When active Fancy from the brain is sent,
And stands on tip-toe for some wish'd event,
I hate those careless blunders which recall
Suspended sense, and prove it fiction all.
He gets applause!———I wish he'd get his part.
When hot impatience is in full career,
How vilely "Hark'e! Hark'e!" grates the ear? 250
When active Fancy from the brain is sent,
And stands on tip-toe for some wish'd event,
I hate those careless blunders which recall
Suspended sense, and prove it fiction all.
W—d———d, endow'd with various pow'rs of face, 255
Great master in the science of Grimace,
From Ireland ventures, fav'rite of the Town,
Lur'd by the pleasing prospect of Renown.
His wit and humour in Distortion lye,
And all his merit enters at the eye. 260
We laugh, we clap,———but, on Reflection's birth,
We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth.
His walk of parts he fatally misplac'd,
And Inclination fondly took for Taste.
Hence hath the Town so often seen display'd 265
Beau in burlesque, high-life in masquerade.
Merit he had, some merit in his way,
But seldom found out in what part it lay.
In Bobadil, indeed, such praise he bore,
Such worthy praise, that Kitely scarce had more. 270
Great master in the science of Grimace,
From Ireland ventures, fav'rite of the Town,
Lur'd by the pleasing prospect of Renown.
His wit and humour in Distortion lye,
And all his merit enters at the eye. 260
We laugh, we clap,———but, on Reflection's birth,
We wonder at ourselves, and curse our mirth.
His walk of parts he fatally misplac'd,
And Inclination fondly took for Taste.
Hence hath the Town so often seen display'd 265
Beau in burlesque, high-life in masquerade.
Merit he had, some merit in his way,
But seldom found out in what part it lay.
In Bobadil, indeed, such praise he bore,
Such worthy praise, that Kitely scarce had more. 270
By turns transform'd into all kinds of shapes,
Constant to none, F—te laughs, cries, struts, and scrapes:
Now in the centre, now in van or rear,
The Proteus shifts, Bawd, Parson, Auctioneer.
His strokes of humour, and his bursts of sport, 275
Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort.
Doth a man stutter, look a-squint, or halt;
Mimics draw humour out of Nature's fault:
With personal defects their mirth adorn,
And hang misfortunes out to public scorn. 280
E'en I, whom Nature cast in hideous mould,
Whom having made, she trembled to behold,
Beneath the load of mimicry may groan,
And find that Nature's errors are my own.
Constant to none, F—te laughs, cries, struts, and scrapes:
Now in the centre, now in van or rear,
The Proteus shifts, Bawd, Parson, Auctioneer.
His strokes of humour, and his bursts of sport, 275
Are all contain'd in this one word, Distort.
Doth a man stutter, look a-squint, or halt;
Mimics draw humour out of Nature's fault:
With personal defects their mirth adorn,
And hang misfortunes out to public scorn. 280
E'en I, whom Nature cast in hideous mould,
Whom having made, she trembled to behold,
Beneath the load of mimicry may groan,
And find that Nature's errors are my own.
Shadows behind of F—te and W—d———d came; 285
W—k—s–n this, Ob–i–n was that name.
Strange to relate, but wonderfully true,
That even shadows have their shadows too!
With not a single comic pow'r endued,
The first, a mere mere mimic's mimic stood. 290
The last, by Nature form'd to please, who shews,
In Johnson's Stephen, which way Genius grows;
Self quite put off, affects, with too much art,
To put on Woodward in each mangled part;
Adopts his shrug, his wink, his stare; nay more, 295
His voice, and croaks; for Woodward croak'd before.
Thus the dull copyer simple grace neglects,
And rests his Imitation in———Defects.
W—k—s–n this, Ob–i–n was that name.
Strange to relate, but wonderfully true,
That even shadows have their shadows too!
With not a single comic pow'r endued,
The first, a mere mere mimic's mimic stood. 290
The last, by Nature form'd to please, who shews,
In Johnson's Stephen, which way Genius grows;
Self quite put off, affects, with too much art,
To put on Woodward in each mangled part;
Adopts his shrug, his wink, his stare; nay more, 295
His voice, and croaks; for Woodward croak'd before.
Thus the dull copyer simple grace neglects,
And rests his Imitation in———Defects.
Arms cross'd, brows bent, eyes fix'd, feet marching slow,
A band of malcontents with spleen o'erflow; 300
Wrapp'd in Conceit's impenetrable fog,
Which Pride, like Phœbus, draws from ev'ry bog;
They curse the Managers, and curse the Town,
Whose partial favour keeps such merit down.
A band of malcontents with spleen o'erflow; 300
Wrapp'd in Conceit's impenetrable fog,
Which Pride, like Phœbus, draws from ev'ry bog;
They curse the Managers, and curse the Town,
Whose partial favour keeps such merit down.
But if some man, more hardy than the rest, 305
Should dare attack these gnatlings in their nest;
At once they rise with impotence of rage,
Whet their small stings, and buzz about the stage.
"'Tis breach of privilege!———Shall any dare
"To arm Satyric Truth against a play'r? 310
"Prescriptive rights we plead, time out of mind;
"Actors, unlash'd themselves, may lash mankind."
Should dare attack these gnatlings in their nest;
At once they rise with impotence of rage,
Whet their small stings, and buzz about the stage.
"'Tis breach of privilege!———Shall any dare
"To arm Satyric Truth against a play'r? 310
"Prescriptive rights we plead, time out of mind;
"Actors, unlash'd themselves, may lash mankind."
What! shall Opinion then, of Nature free
And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree
To rust in chains like these, impos'd by Things 315
Which, less than nothing, ape the pride of kings?
No,———though half-poets with half-players join
To curse the freedom of each honest line,
Though rage and malice dim their faded cheek,
What the Muse freely thinks, she'll freely speak. 320
With just disdain of ev'ry paltry sneer,
Stranger alike to Flattery and Fear,
In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule,
Public Contempt shall wait the Public Fool.
And lib'ral as the vagrant air, agree
To rust in chains like these, impos'd by Things 315
Which, less than nothing, ape the pride of kings?
No,———though half-poets with half-players join
To curse the freedom of each honest line,
Though rage and malice dim their faded cheek,
What the Muse freely thinks, she'll freely speak. 320
With just disdain of ev'ry paltry sneer,
Stranger alike to Flattery and Fear,
In purpose fix'd, and to herself a rule,
Public Contempt shall wait the Public Fool.
A–st–n would always glisten in French silks, 325
A–km–n would Norris be, and P–ck–r Wilks.
For who, like A–km–n can with humour please?
Who can, like P–ck–r, charm with sprightly ease?
Higher than all the rest, see Br–ns–y strut:
A mighty Gulliver in Lilliput! 330
Ludicrous Nature! which at once could shew
A man so very High, so very Low.
A–km–n would Norris be, and P–ck–r Wilks.
For who, like A–km–n can with humour please?
Who can, like P–ck–r, charm with sprightly ease?
Higher than all the rest, see Br–ns–y strut:
A mighty Gulliver in Lilliput! 330
Ludicrous Nature! which at once could shew
A man so very High, so very Low.
If I forget thee, Bl–k–s, or if I say
Ought hurtful, may I never see thee play.
Let critics, with a supercilious air, 335
Decry thy various merit, and declare,
Frenchman is still at top;———but scorn that rage
Which, in attacking thee, attacks the age.
French follies, universally embrac'd,
At once provoke our mirth, and form our taste. 340
Ought hurtful, may I never see thee play.
Let critics, with a supercilious air, 335
Decry thy various merit, and declare,
Frenchman is still at top;———but scorn that rage
Which, in attacking thee, attacks the age.
French follies, universally embrac'd,
At once provoke our mirth, and form our taste. 340
Long from a nation, ever hardly us'd,
At random censur'd, wantonly abus'd,
Have Britons drawn their sport; with partial view
Form'd gen'ral notions from the rascal few;
Condemn'd a people, as for vices known, 345
Which from their country banish'd seek our own.
At length, howe'er, the slavish chain is broke,
And Sense, awaken'd, scorns her ancient yoke:
Taught by thee, Moody, we now learn to raise
Mirth from their foibles; from their virtues, praise. 350
At random censur'd, wantonly abus'd,
Have Britons drawn their sport; with partial view
Form'd gen'ral notions from the rascal few;
Condemn'd a people, as for vices known, 345
Which from their country banish'd seek our own.
At length, howe'er, the slavish chain is broke,
And Sense, awaken'd, scorns her ancient yoke:
Taught by thee, Moody, we now learn to raise
Mirth from their foibles; from their virtues, praise. 350
From C–v–nt-G–rd–n crowds promiscuous go,
Whom the Muse knows not, nor desires to know.
Vet'rans they seem'd, but knew of arms no more
Than if, till that time, arms they never bore.
Like Westminster militia, train'd to fight, 355
They scarcely knew the left hand from the right.
Asham'd among such troops to shew the head,
Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes fled.
Whom the Muse knows not, nor desires to know.
Vet'rans they seem'd, but knew of arms no more
Than if, till that time, arms they never bore.
Like Westminster militia, train'd to fight, 355
They scarcely knew the left hand from the right.
Asham'd among such troops to shew the head,
Their chiefs were scatter'd, and their heroes fled.
S—rks at his glass sat comfortably down
To sep'rate frown from smile, and smile from frown. 360
Sm—h the genteel, the airy, and the smart,
Sm—h was just gone to school to say his part.
R–ss (a misfortune which we often meet)
Was fast asleep at dear Statira's feet;
Statira, with her heroe to agree, 365
Stood on her feet as fast asleep as he.
M—kl–n, who largely deals in half-form'd sounds,
Who wantonly transgresses Nature's bounds,
Eager to touch up some new comic scene,
Lay happily conceal'd behind a screen. 370
Sh–t–r,who never car'd a single pin
Whether he left out nonsense or put in,
Who aim'd at wit, though, levell'd in the dark,
The random arrow seldom hit the mark,
At Islington, all by the placid stream. 375
Where city swains in lap of Dullness dream,
Where, quiet as her strains, their strains do flow,
That all the patron by the bards may know;
Secret as night, with R–lt's experienc'd aid,
The plan of future operations laid, 380
Projected schemes, the summer-months to chear,
And spin out happy Folly thro' the year.
To sep'rate frown from smile, and smile from frown. 360
Sm—h the genteel, the airy, and the smart,
Sm—h was just gone to school to say his part.
R–ss (a misfortune which we often meet)
Was fast asleep at dear Statira's feet;
Statira, with her heroe to agree, 365
Stood on her feet as fast asleep as he.
M—kl–n, who largely deals in half-form'd sounds,
Who wantonly transgresses Nature's bounds,
Eager to touch up some new comic scene,
Lay happily conceal'd behind a screen. 370
Sh–t–r,who never car'd a single pin
Whether he left out nonsense or put in,
Who aim'd at wit, though, levell'd in the dark,
The random arrow seldom hit the mark,
At Islington, all by the placid stream. 375
Where city swains in lap of Dullness dream,
Where, quiet as her strains, their strains do flow,
That all the patron by the bards may know;
Secret as night, with R–lt's experienc'd aid,
The plan of future operations laid, 380
Projected schemes, the summer-months to chear,
And spin out happy Folly thro' the year.
But think not, though these dastard chiefs are fled,
That C–ve–nt-G–rd–n troops shall want an head:
Harlequin comes their chief!—See, from afar, 385
The heroe seated in fantastic car!
Wedded to Novelty, his only arms
Are wooden swords, wands, talismans, and charms.
On one side Folly sits, by some call'd Fun,
And, on the other, his arch-patron Lun. 390
Behind, for Liberty a-thirst in vain,
Sense, helpless captive, drags the galling chain.
Six rude mishapen beasts the chariot draw,
Whom Reason loaths, and Nature never saw;
Monsters, with tails of ice, and heads of fire; 395
Gorgons, and hydras, and chymaeras dire.
Each was bestrode by full as monstrous wight,
Giant, Dwarf, Genius, Elf, Hermaphrodite.
The Town, as usual, met him in full cry:
The Town, as usual, knew no reason why. 400
But Fashion so directs, and Moderns raise,
On Fashion's mould'ring base, their transient praise.
That C–ve–nt-G–rd–n troops shall want an head:
Harlequin comes their chief!—See, from afar, 385
The heroe seated in fantastic car!
Wedded to Novelty, his only arms
Are wooden swords, wands, talismans, and charms.
On one side Folly sits, by some call'd Fun,
And, on the other, his arch-patron Lun. 390
Behind, for Liberty a-thirst in vain,
Sense, helpless captive, drags the galling chain.
Six rude mishapen beasts the chariot draw,
Whom Reason loaths, and Nature never saw;
Monsters, with tails of ice, and heads of fire; 395
Gorgons, and hydras, and chymaeras dire.
Each was bestrode by full as monstrous wight,
Giant, Dwarf, Genius, Elf, Hermaphrodite.
The Town, as usual, met him in full cry:
The Town, as usual, knew no reason why. 400
But Fashion so directs, and Moderns raise,
On Fashion's mould'ring base, their transient praise.
Next, to the field a band of females draw
Their Force; for Britain owns no Salique Law:
Just to their worth, we female rights admit, 405
Nor bar their claim to Empire or to Wit.
Their Force; for Britain owns no Salique Law:
Just to their worth, we female rights admit, 405
Nor bar their claim to Empire or to Wit.
First, giggling, plotting chamber-maids arrive,
Hoydens and Romps, led on by Gen'ral Clive.
In spight of outward blemishes she shone
For Humour fam'd, and Humour all her own. 410
Easy, as if at home, the stage she trod,
Nor sought the Critic's praise, nor fear'd his rod.
Original in spirit and in ease,
She pleas'd by hiding all attempts to please.
No comic actress ever yet could raise, 415
On Humour's base, more merit or more praise.
Hoydens and Romps, led on by Gen'ral Clive.
In spight of outward blemishes she shone
For Humour fam'd, and Humour all her own. 410
Easy, as if at home, the stage she trod,
Nor sought the Critic's praise, nor fear'd his rod.
Original in spirit and in ease,
She pleas'd by hiding all attempts to please.
No comic actress ever yet could raise, 415
On Humour's base, more merit or more praise.
With all the native vigour of sixteen,
Among the merry troop conspicuous seen,
See lively Pope advance in jig and trip,
Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. 420
Not without Art, but yet to Nature true,
She charms the Town with Humour just, yet new.
Chear'd by her promise, we the less deplore
The fatal time when Clive shall be no more.
Among the merry troop conspicuous seen,
See lively Pope advance in jig and trip,
Corinna, Cherry, Honeycomb, and Snip. 420
Not without Art, but yet to Nature true,
She charms the Town with Humour just, yet new.
Chear'd by her promise, we the less deplore
The fatal time when Clive shall be no more.
Might Figure give a title unto Fame, 425
What rival should with Y–t–s dispute her claim?
But Justice may not partial trophies raise,
Nor sink the Actress in the Woman's praise.
Still, hand in hand, her words and actions go,
And the heart feels more than the features shew; 430
For through the regions of that beauteous face,
We no variety of passions trace;
Dead to the soft emotions of the heart,
No kindred softness can those eyes impart;
The brow, still fix'd in Sorrow's gloomy frame, 435
Void of distinction, marks all parts the same.
What rival should with Y–t–s dispute her claim?
But Justice may not partial trophies raise,
Nor sink the Actress in the Woman's praise.
Still, hand in hand, her words and actions go,
And the heart feels more than the features shew; 430
For through the regions of that beauteous face,
We no variety of passions trace;
Dead to the soft emotions of the heart,
No kindred softness can those eyes impart;
The brow, still fix'd in Sorrow's gloomy frame, 435
Void of distinction, marks all parts the same.
What's a fine person, or a beauteous face,
Unless Deportment gives it decent grace?
Bless'd with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of Ease; 440
The curious eye their awkward movement tires;
They seem like puppets led about by wires.
Others, like statues, in one posture still,
Give great ideas of the workman's skill;
Wond'ring, his art we praise the more we view, 445
And only grieve he gave not motion too.
Weak of themselves are what we beauties call,
It is the Manner which gives strength to all.
This teaches ev'ry beauty to unite,
And brings them forward in the noblest light. 450
Happy in this, behold, amidst the throng,
With transient gleam of grace, H———t sweeps along.
Unless Deportment gives it decent grace?
Bless'd with all other requisites to please,
Some want the striking elegance of Ease; 440
The curious eye their awkward movement tires;
They seem like puppets led about by wires.
Others, like statues, in one posture still,
Give great ideas of the workman's skill;
Wond'ring, his art we praise the more we view, 445
And only grieve he gave not motion too.
Weak of themselves are what we beauties call,
It is the Manner which gives strength to all.
This teaches ev'ry beauty to unite,
And brings them forward in the noblest light. 450
Happy in this, behold, amidst the throng,
With transient gleam of grace, H———t sweeps along.
Form'd for the tragic scene, to grace the stage,
With rival excellence of Love and Rage,
Mistress of each soft art, with matchless skill 455
To turn and wind the passions as she will;
To melt the heart with sympathetic woe,
Awake the sigh, and teach the tear to flow;
To put on Frenzy's wild distracted glare,
And freeze the soul with horror and despair; 460
With just desert enroll'd in endless fame,
Conscious of worth superior, C–bb–r came.
With rival excellence of Love and Rage,
Mistress of each soft art, with matchless skill 455
To turn and wind the passions as she will;
To melt the heart with sympathetic woe,
Awake the sigh, and teach the tear to flow;
To put on Frenzy's wild distracted glare,
And freeze the soul with horror and despair; 460
With just desert enroll'd in endless fame,
Conscious of worth superior, C–bb–r came.
When poor Alicia's madding brains are rackd,
And strongly imag'd griefs her mind distract;
Struck with her grief, I catch the madness too! 465
My brain turns round! The headless trunk I view!
The roof cracks, shakes, and falls!—New horrors rise,
And Reason buried in the ruin lies.
And strongly imag'd griefs her mind distract;
Struck with her grief, I catch the madness too! 465
My brain turns round! The headless trunk I view!
The roof cracks, shakes, and falls!—New horrors rise,
And Reason buried in the ruin lies.
Nobly disdainful of each slavish art,
She makes her first attack upon the heart: 470
Pleas'd with the summons, it receives her laws;
And all is, silence, sympathy, applause.
She makes her first attack upon the heart: 470
Pleas'd with the summons, it receives her laws;
And all is, silence, sympathy, applause.
But when, by fond Ambition drawn aside,
Giddy with praise, and puff'd with female pride,
She quits the tragic scene, and, in pretence 475
To comic merit, breaks down Nature's fence;
I scarcely can believe my ears and eyes,
Or find out C–bb–r through the dark disguise.
Giddy with praise, and puff'd with female pride,
She quits the tragic scene, and, in pretence 475
To comic merit, breaks down Nature's fence;
I scarcely can believe my ears and eyes,
Or find out C–bb–r through the dark disguise.
Pritchard, by Nature for the stage design'd,
In person graceful, and in sense refin'd; 480
Her Art as much as Nature's friend became,
Her voice as free from blemish as her fame.
Who knows so well in majesty to please,
Attemper'd with the graceful charms of ease?
In person graceful, and in sense refin'd; 480
Her Art as much as Nature's friend became,
Her voice as free from blemish as her fame.
Who knows so well in majesty to please,
Attemper'd with the graceful charms of ease?
When Congreve's favour'd pantomine to grace, 485
She comes a captive queen of Moorish race;
When Love, Hate, Jealousy, Despair, and Rage,
With wildest tumults in her breast engage;
Still equal to herself is Zara seen:
Her passions are the passions of a queen. 490
She comes a captive queen of Moorish race;
When Love, Hate, Jealousy, Despair, and Rage,
With wildest tumults in her breast engage;
Still equal to herself is Zara seen:
Her passions are the passions of a queen. 490
When she to murther whets the tim'rous Thane,
I feel Ambition rush through ev'ry vein;
Persuasion hangs upon her daring tongue,
My heart grows flint, and ev'ry nerve's new strung.
I feel Ambition rush through ev'ry vein;
Persuasion hangs upon her daring tongue,
My heart grows flint, and ev'ry nerve's new strung.
In comedy———"Nay, there," cries critic, "hold. 495
"Pritchard's for comedy too fat and old.
"Who can, with patience, bear the grey coquette,
"Or force a laugh with over-grown Julett?
"Her speech, look, action, humour, all are just;
"But then, her age and figure give disgust." 500
"Pritchard's for comedy too fat and old.
"Who can, with patience, bear the grey coquette,
"Or force a laugh with over-grown Julett?
"Her speech, look, action, humour, all are just;
"But then, her age and figure give disgust." 500
Are foibles then, and graces of the mind,
In real life, to size or age confin'd?
Do spirits flow, and is good-breeding plac'd
In any set circumference of waist?
As we grow old, doth affectation cease, 505
Or gives not age new vigour to caprice?
If in originals these things appear,
Why should we bar them in the copy here?
In real life, to size or age confin'd?
Do spirits flow, and is good-breeding plac'd
In any set circumference of waist?
As we grow old, doth affectation cease, 505
Or gives not age new vigour to caprice?
If in originals these things appear,
Why should we bar them in the copy here?
The nice punctilio-mongers of this age,
The grand minute reformers of the stage, 510
Slaves to propriety of ev'ry kind,
Some standard-measure for each part should find;
Which, when the best of actors shall exceed,
Let it devolve to one of smaller breed.
The grand minute reformers of the stage, 510
Slaves to propriety of ev'ry kind,
Some standard-measure for each part should find;
Which, when the best of actors shall exceed,
Let it devolve to one of smaller breed.
All actors too upon the back should bear 515
Certificate of birth;———time, when;———place, where.
For how can critics rightly fix their worth,
Unless they know the minute of their birth?
An audience too, deceived, may find, too late,
That they have clapp'd an actor out of date. 520
Certificate of birth;———time, when;———place, where.
For how can critics rightly fix their worth,
Unless they know the minute of their birth?
An audience too, deceived, may find, too late,
That they have clapp'd an actor out of date. 520
Figure, I own, at first, may give offence,
And harshly strike the eye's too curious sense:
But when perfections of the mind break forth,
Humour's chaste sallies, Judgment's solid worth;
When the pure genuine flame, by Nature taught, 525
Springs into Sense, and ev'ry action's Thought;
Before such merit, all objections fly;
Pritchard's genteel, and Garrick six feet high.
And harshly strike the eye's too curious sense:
But when perfections of the mind break forth,
Humour's chaste sallies, Judgment's solid worth;
When the pure genuine flame, by Nature taught, 525
Springs into Sense, and ev'ry action's Thought;
Before such merit, all objections fly;
Pritchard's genteel, and Garrick six feet high.
Oft have I, Pritchard, seen thy wond'rous skill,
Confess'd thee great, but find thee greater still. 530
That worth, which shone in scatter'd rays before,
Collected now, breaks forth with double pow'r.
The Jealous Wife!———On that thy trophies raise,
Inferior only to the Author's praise.
Confess'd thee great, but find thee greater still. 530
That worth, which shone in scatter'd rays before,
Collected now, breaks forth with double pow'r.
The Jealous Wife!———On that thy trophies raise,
Inferior only to the Author's praise.
From D–bl–n, fam'd in legends of romance 535
For mighty magic of enchanted lance,
With which her heroes arm'd victorious prove,
And, like a flood, rush o'er the land of Love;
M–ss–p and B–r–y came.—Names ne'er design'd
By Fate in the same sentence to be join'd. 540
For mighty magic of enchanted lance,
With which her heroes arm'd victorious prove,
And, like a flood, rush o'er the land of Love;
M–ss–p and B–r–y came.—Names ne'er design'd
By Fate in the same sentence to be join'd. 540
Rais'd by the breath of popular acclaim,
They mounted to the pinnacle of Fame:
There the weak brain, made giddy with the height,
Spur'd on the rival chiefs to mortal fight.
Thus sportive boys, around some bason's brim, 545
Behold the pipe-drawn bladders circling swim;
But if, from lungs more potent, there arise
Two bubbles of a more than common size,
Eager for honour, they for fight prepare,
Bubble meets bubble, and both sink to air. 550
They mounted to the pinnacle of Fame:
There the weak brain, made giddy with the height,
Spur'd on the rival chiefs to mortal fight.
Thus sportive boys, around some bason's brim, 545
Behold the pipe-drawn bladders circling swim;
But if, from lungs more potent, there arise
Two bubbles of a more than common size,
Eager for honour, they for fight prepare,
Bubble meets bubble, and both sink to air. 550
M–ss–p, attach'd to military plan,
Still kept his eye fix'd on his right-hand man:
Whilst the mouth measures words with seeming skill,
The right hand labours, and the left lies still.
For he resolv'd on scripture-grounds to go, 555
What the right doth, the left hand shall not know.
With studied impropriety of speech,
He soars beyond the hackney critic's reach;
To epithets allots emphatic state,
Whilst principals, ungrac'd, like lacquies wait; 560
In ways first trodden by himself excels,
And stands alone in indeclinables:
Conjunction, preposition, adverb, join
To stamp new vigour on the nervous line:
In monosyllables his thunders roll, 565
He, she, it, and, we, ye, they fright the soul.
Still kept his eye fix'd on his right-hand man:
Whilst the mouth measures words with seeming skill,
The right hand labours, and the left lies still.
For he resolv'd on scripture-grounds to go, 555
What the right doth, the left hand shall not know.
With studied impropriety of speech,
He soars beyond the hackney critic's reach;
To epithets allots emphatic state,
Whilst principals, ungrac'd, like lacquies wait; 560
In ways first trodden by himself excels,
And stands alone in indeclinables:
Conjunction, preposition, adverb, join
To stamp new vigour on the nervous line:
In monosyllables his thunders roll, 565
He, she, it, and, we, ye, they fright the soul.
In person taller than the common size,
Behold where B———y draws admiring eyes!
When lab'ring passions, in his bosom pent,
Convulsive rage, and struggling heave for vent; 570
Spectators, with imagin'd terrors warm,
Anxious expect the bursting of the storm:
But all unfit in such a pile to dwell,
His voice comes forth like Echo from her cell;
To swell the tempest needful aid denies, 575
And all adown the stage in feeble murmurs dies.
Behold where B———y draws admiring eyes!
When lab'ring passions, in his bosom pent,
Convulsive rage, and struggling heave for vent; 570
Spectators, with imagin'd terrors warm,
Anxious expect the bursting of the storm:
But all unfit in such a pile to dwell,
His voice comes forth like Echo from her cell;
To swell the tempest needful aid denies, 575
And all adown the stage in feeble murmurs dies.
What man, like B———y, with such pains can err
In elocution, action, character?
What man could give, if B———y was not here,
Such well-applauded tenderness to Lear? 580
Who else can speak so very, very fine,
That Sense may kindly end with ev'ry line?
In elocution, action, character?
What man could give, if B———y was not here,
Such well-applauded tenderness to Lear? 580
Who else can speak so very, very fine,
That Sense may kindly end with ev'ry line?
Some dozen lines before the ghost is there,
Behold him for the solemn scene prepare.
See how he frames his eyes, poises each limb, 585
Puts the whole body into proper trim,———
From whence we learn, with no great stretch of art,
Five lines hence comes a ghost, and, ha! a start.
Behold him for the solemn scene prepare.
See how he frames his eyes, poises each limb, 585
Puts the whole body into proper trim,———
From whence we learn, with no great stretch of art,
Five lines hence comes a ghost, and, ha! a start.
When he appears most perfect, still we find
Something which jars upon, and hurts the mind. 590
Whatever lights upon a part are thrown,
We see too plainly they are not his own.
No flame from Nature ever yet he caught,
Nor knew a feeling which he was not taught:
He rais'd his trophies on the base of art, 595
And conn'd his passions as he conn'd his part.
Something which jars upon, and hurts the mind. 590
Whatever lights upon a part are thrown,
We see too plainly they are not his own.
No flame from Nature ever yet he caught,
Nor knew a feeling which he was not taught:
He rais'd his trophies on the base of art, 595
And conn'd his passions as he conn'd his part.
Q—n, from afar, lur'd by the scent of Fame,
A Stage-Leviathan, put in his claim.
Pupil of Betterton and Booth. Alone,
Sullen he walk'd, and deem'd the chair his own. 600
For how should moderns, mushrooms of the day,
Who ne'er those masters knew, know how to play?
A Stage-Leviathan, put in his claim.
Pupil of Betterton and Booth. Alone,
Sullen he walk'd, and deem'd the chair his own. 600
For how should moderns, mushrooms of the day,
Who ne'er those masters knew, know how to play?
Gray-bearded vet'rans, who, with partial tongue,
Extol the times when they themselves were young;
Who, having lost all relish for the stage, 605
See not their own defects, but lash the age,
Receiv'd, with joyful murmurs of applause,
Their darling chief, and lin'd his fav'rite cause.
Extol the times when they themselves were young;
Who, having lost all relish for the stage, 605
See not their own defects, but lash the age,
Receiv'd, with joyful murmurs of applause,
Their darling chief, and lin'd his fav'rite cause.
Far be it from the candid Muse to tread
Insulting o'er the ashes of the dead. 610
But just to living merit, she maintains,
And dares the test, whilst Garrick's Genius reigns;
Ancients, in vain, endeavour to excel,
Happily prais'd if they could act as well.
Insulting o'er the ashes of the dead. 610
But just to living merit, she maintains,
And dares the test, whilst Garrick's Genius reigns;
Ancients, in vain, endeavour to excel,
Happily prais'd if they could act as well.
But, though Prescription's force we disallow, 615
Nor to Antiquity submissive bow;
Though we deny imaginary grace,
Founded on accidents of time and place;
Yet real worth of ev'ry growth shall bear,
Due praise, nor dare we, Q—n, forget thee there. 620
Nor to Antiquity submissive bow;
Though we deny imaginary grace,
Founded on accidents of time and place;
Yet real worth of ev'ry growth shall bear,
Due praise, nor dare we, Q—n, forget thee there. 620
His words bore sterling weight, nervous and strong,
In manly tides of sense they roll'd along.
Happy in art, he chiefly had pretence
To keep up Numbers, yet not forfeit Sense,
No actor ever greater heights could reach 625
In all the labour'd artifice of speech.
In manly tides of sense they roll'd along.
Happy in art, he chiefly had pretence
To keep up Numbers, yet not forfeit Sense,
No actor ever greater heights could reach 625
In all the labour'd artifice of speech.
Speech! Is that all? And, shall an actor found,
An universal fame on partial ground?
Parrots themselves speak properly by rote,
And, in six months, my dog shall howl by note. 630
I laugh at those who, when the Stage they tread,
Neglect the heart to compliment the head;
With strict propriety, their care's confin'd
To weigh out words, while Passion halts behind.
To Syllable-dissectors they appeal, 635
Allow them accent, cadence,—Fools may feel;
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
An universal fame on partial ground?
Parrots themselves speak properly by rote,
And, in six months, my dog shall howl by note. 630
I laugh at those who, when the Stage they tread,
Neglect the heart to compliment the head;
With strict propriety, their care's confin'd
To weigh out words, while Passion halts behind.
To Syllable-dissectors they appeal, 635
Allow them accent, cadence,—Fools may feel;
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel, must feel themselves.
His eyes, in gloomy socket taught to roll,
Proclaim'd the sullen habit of his soul. 640
Heavy and phlegmatic he trod the Stage,
Too proud for tenderness, too dull for rage.
Proclaim'd the sullen habit of his soul. 640
Heavy and phlegmatic he trod the Stage,
Too proud for tenderness, too dull for rage.
When Hector's lovely widow shines in tears,
Or Rowe's gay Rake dependant Virtue jeers;
With the same cast of features he is seen 645
To chide the Libertine, and court the Queen.
Or Rowe's gay Rake dependant Virtue jeers;
With the same cast of features he is seen 645
To chide the Libertine, and court the Queen.
From the tame scene which without passion flows,
With just desert his reputation rose.
Nor less he pleas'd, when, on some surly plan,
He was, at once, the Actor and the Man. 650
With just desert his reputation rose.
Nor less he pleas'd, when, on some surly plan,
He was, at once, the Actor and the Man. 650
In Brute he shone unequall'd: all agree
Garrick's not half so great a Brute as he.
When Cato's labour'd scenes are brought to view,
With equal praise the Actor labour'd too.
For still you'll find, trace passions to their root, 655
Small diff'rence 'twixt the Stoic and the Brute.
Garrick's not half so great a Brute as he.
When Cato's labour'd scenes are brought to view,
With equal praise the Actor labour'd too.
For still you'll find, trace passions to their root, 655
Small diff'rence 'twixt the Stoic and the Brute.
In fancied scenes, as in life's real plan,
He could not, for a moment, sink the Man.
In whate'er cast his character was laid,
Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. 660
Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in:
Horatio, Dorax, Falstaff,———still 'twas Q—n.
He could not, for a moment, sink the Man.
In whate'er cast his character was laid,
Self still, like oil, upon the surface play'd. 660
Nature, in spite of all his skill, crept in:
Horatio, Dorax, Falstaff,———still 'twas Q—n.
Next follows Sh–r–d–n.—A doubtful name,
As yet unsettled in the rank of Fame.
This, fondly lavish in his praises grown, 665
Gives him all merit; That, allows him none.
Between them both, we'll steer the middle course,
Nor, loving Praise, rob Judgment of her force.
As yet unsettled in the rank of Fame.
This, fondly lavish in his praises grown, 665
Gives him all merit; That, allows him none.
Between them both, we'll steer the middle course,
Nor, loving Praise, rob Judgment of her force.
Just his conceptions, natural and great:
His feelings strong, his words enforc'd with weight. 670
Was speech-fam'd Q—n himself to hear him speak,
Envy would drive the colour from his cheek:
But step-dame Nature, niggard of her grace,
Deny'd the social pow'rs of voice and face.
His feelings strong, his words enforc'd with weight. 670
Was speech-fam'd Q—n himself to hear him speak,
Envy would drive the colour from his cheek:
But step-dame Nature, niggard of her grace,
Deny'd the social pow'rs of voice and face.
Fix'd in one frame of features, glare of eye, 675
Passions, like Chaos, in confusion lie:
In vain the wonders of his skill are try'd
To form Distinction Nature hath deny'd.
Passions, like Chaos, in confusion lie:
In vain the wonders of his skill are try'd
To form Distinction Nature hath deny'd.
His voice no touch of harmony admits,
Irregularly deep and shrill by fits: 680
The two extremes appear, like man and wife,
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
Irregularly deep and shrill by fits: 680
The two extremes appear, like man and wife,
Coupled together for the sake of strife.
His Action's always strong, but sometimes such
That Candour must declare, he acts too much.
Why must Impatience fall three paces back? 685
Why paces three return to the attack?
Why is the right leg too forbid to stir,
Unless in motion semicircular?
Why must the Heroe with the Nailor vie,
And hurl the close-clench'd fist at nose or eye? 690
That Candour must declare, he acts too much.
Why must Impatience fall three paces back? 685
Why paces three return to the attack?
Why is the right leg too forbid to stir,
Unless in motion semicircular?
Why must the Heroe with the Nailor vie,
And hurl the close-clench'd fist at nose or eye? 690
In Royal John, with Philip angry grown,
I thought he would have knock'd poor D–v–s down.
Inhuman tyrant! was it not a shame
To fright a king so harmless and so tame?
I thought he would have knock'd poor D–v–s down.
Inhuman tyrant! was it not a shame
To fright a king so harmless and so tame?
But, spight of all defects, his glories rise; 698
And Art, by Judgment form'd, with Nature vies.
Behold him sound the depth of Hubert's soul,
Whilst in his own contending passions roll.
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then———deny him Merit if you can. 700
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone;
Where he succeds, the Merit's all his own.
And Art, by Judgment form'd, with Nature vies.
Behold him sound the depth of Hubert's soul,
Whilst in his own contending passions roll.
View the whole scene, with critic judgment scan,
And then———deny him Merit if you can. 700
Where he falls short, 'tis Nature's fault alone;
Where he succeds, the Merit's all his own.
Last, Garrick came.———Behind him throng a train
Of snarling critics, ignorant as vain.
Of snarling critics, ignorant as vain.
One finds out,—"He's of stature somewhat low,— 705
"Your Heroe always should be tall you know.———
"True nat'ral greatness all consists in height."———
Produce your voucher, Critic.———"Serjeant Kyte."
"Your Heroe always should be tall you know.———
"True nat'ral greatness all consists in height."———
Produce your voucher, Critic.———"Serjeant Kyte."
Another can't forgive the paltry arts
By which he makes his way to shallow hearts; 710
Mere pieces of finesse, traps for applause.———
"Avant unnat'ral start, affected pause."
By which he makes his way to shallow hearts; 710
Mere pieces of finesse, traps for applause.———
"Avant unnat'ral start, affected pause."
For me, by Nature form'd to judge with phlegm,
I can't acquit by wholesale nor condemn.
The best things carried to excess are wrong; 715
The start may be too frequent, pause too long.
But only us'd in proper time and place,
Severest judgment must allow them Grace.
I can't acquit by wholesale nor condemn.
The best things carried to excess are wrong; 715
The start may be too frequent, pause too long.
But only us'd in proper time and place,
Severest judgment must allow them Grace.
If Bunglers, form'd on Imitation's plan,
Just in the way that Monkies mimic Man; 720
Their copied scene with mangled arts disgrace,
And pause and start with the same vacant face;
We join the critic laugh; those tricks we scorn,
Which spoil the scenes they mean them to adorn.
Just in the way that Monkies mimic Man; 720
Their copied scene with mangled arts disgrace,
And pause and start with the same vacant face;
We join the critic laugh; those tricks we scorn,
Which spoil the scenes they mean them to adorn.
But when, from Nature's pure and genuine source, 715
These strokes of acting flow with gen'rous force;
When in the features all the soul's portray'd,
And passions, such as Garrick's, are display'd;
To me they seem from quickest feelings caught:
Each start, is Nature; and each pause, is Thought. 800
These strokes of acting flow with gen'rous force;
When in the features all the soul's portray'd,
And passions, such as Garrick's, are display'd;
To me they seem from quickest feelings caught:
Each start, is Nature; and each pause, is Thought. 800
When Reason yields to Passion's wild alarms,
And the whole state of Man is up in arms;
What, but a Critic, could condemn the Play'r
For pausing here, when Cool Sense pauses there?
Whilst, working from the heart, the fire I trace, 805
And mark it strongly flaming to the face;
Whilst, in each sound, I hear the very man;
I can't catch words, and pity those who can.
And the whole state of Man is up in arms;
What, but a Critic, could condemn the Play'r
For pausing here, when Cool Sense pauses there?
Whilst, working from the heart, the fire I trace, 805
And mark it strongly flaming to the face;
Whilst, in each sound, I hear the very man;
I can't catch words, and pity those who can.
Let Wits, like Spiders, from the tortur'd brain
Fine-draw the critic-web with curious pain; 810
The Gods,———a kindness I with thanks must pay,———
Have form'd me of a coarser kind of clay;
Nor stung with Envy, nor with Spleen diseas'd,
A poor dull creature, still with Nature pleas'd:
Hence to thy praises, Garrick, I agree, 815
And, pleas'd with Nature, must be pleas'd with Thee.
Fine-draw the critic-web with curious pain; 810
The Gods,———a kindness I with thanks must pay,———
Have form'd me of a coarser kind of clay;
Nor stung with Envy, nor with Spleen diseas'd,
A poor dull creature, still with Nature pleas'd:
Hence to thy praises, Garrick, I agree, 815
And, pleas'd with Nature, must be pleas'd with Thee.
Now might I tell how silence reign'd throughout,
And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout;
How ev'ry claimant, tortur'd with desire,
Was pale as ashes, or as red as fire: 820
But, loose to Fame, the Muse more simply acts,
Rejects all flourish, and relates mere facts.
And deep attention hush'd the rabble rout;
How ev'ry claimant, tortur'd with desire,
Was pale as ashes, or as red as fire: 820
But, loose to Fame, the Muse more simply acts,
Rejects all flourish, and relates mere facts.
The judges, as the sev'ral parties came,
With Temper heard, with Judgment weigh'd each claim,
And in their sentence happily agreed, 825
In name of both, Great Shakespear thus decreed:
With Temper heard, with Judgment weigh'd each claim,
And in their sentence happily agreed, 825
In name of both, Great Shakespear thus decreed:
"If Manly Sense; if Nature, link'd with Art;
"If thorough Knowledge of the Human Heart;
"If Pow'rs of Acting, vast and unconfin'd;
"If fewest Faults, with greatest Beauties join'd; 830
"If strong Expression, and strange Pow'rs, which lie
"Within the magic circle of the eye;
"If Feelings which few hearts, like His, can know,
"And which no Face so well as His can shew;
"Deserve the Pref'rence;———Garrick take the Chair;
"Nor quit it———'till Thou place an Equal There. 536
"If thorough Knowledge of the Human Heart;
"If Pow'rs of Acting, vast and unconfin'd;
"If fewest Faults, with greatest Beauties join'd; 830
"If strong Expression, and strange Pow'rs, which lie
"Within the magic circle of the eye;
"If Feelings which few hearts, like His, can know,
"And which no Face so well as His can shew;
"Deserve the Pref'rence;———Garrick take the Chair;
"Nor quit it———'till Thou place an Equal There. 536
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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