"Mores, Cowleys, Merrys, Whitehead, Greathead, Jephson, "At least acknowledg'd as an humble step-son, "I may inherit, from the tragic dame, "A child's provision of productive fame. "'Twas thought, of old, to wear the comic mask, "Our foolish fore-fathers received as laws! Men, women, children, comedy can write- "Keeffe, Inchbald, Richardson, no rivals mean; "The managers will sure that aid afford, "Where sick of rhyming, I may laugh and eat.” 360 370 380 390 A month sequester'd, at the task I toil; "Enjoy thy laurels, play-wright.-I pursue Himself a Muse !—Oh, most advent'rous wight! 400 That frowning guard th' approaches to the stage? 410 Soon as the tiny horn invades their ear, The champions on the bridge of glass appear. "Dare you, to hope the notice of the town †, "Yourself, your manners, and your muse unknown? See the Dramatist. + Speech of Dramagorgon, the giant, to the knight of the quill "Stranger, alike, to templars, beaux, and cits, 66 Now, hear thy doom, unhallow'd wretch, and weak, "Our rest imperial thou hast dar'd to break.- 420 "Th' oblivious drawer is gaping for thy lays, "The silent limbo of neglected plays. "There shall they lie for weary mouths and years, "While thy vain bosom throbs with hopes and fears. "Thence, late return, unhonour'd, and unread, "Thy drama spurn'd, thine appetite unfed."Nor is this all-fair Cowley's page arraigns*, Perfidious managers of pilfer'd strains. And Papendick + bewails his labour lost, His Stranger rifled by theatric host. Thus, by the despots of the stage expell'd, Unhousell'd, unanointed, unannell'dBesotted with the lust of gold and fame, I turn to tyrants with another name. "The Booksellers (I said) that liberal train, "Will kindly nurse the bantlings of my brain; Infuse their golden opiates, and assuage "The pangs inflicted by the court and stage. "To my glad eyes let Pater-noster-row, 430 "Or Paul's Church-yard, the great Mecenas show, 440 * See Mrs. Cowley's preface, in which she complains bitterly of the manager. A gentleman, who, while he was resident in Vienna, procured a copy of the Stranger, and made a translation of it before the play had reached England. He put his translation into the hands of the manager,-but for details consult the Reviews-head Stranger. "Who feeds proud Science in her march sublime, "And mortar brings to build the lofty rhyme. "When Whatman's paper, work'd in Bulmer's press, "Presents my first-boin in a christ'ning dress; "With puffs and pap, by the Reviewers fed, "The tetchy babe may grow, and earn it's bread; "And goody Stockdale help my child to hop, "Ay, by the rood, and waddle round the shop. "With daily march thro' Bond-street as I tend, "The wishful glance I reverential bend, "Where, magisterial, at their counters sit "Great Burghers in the commonwealth of wit. "No more my foundlings, ragged and deform, "In paper blue, shall bide the pelting storm; "These good and goodly men shall take them in; "And cover give them with a polish'd skin; "Their naked limbs, compassionate, enfold, "In Moorish finery of green and gold." - 450 How childish Fancy roam'd from bad to worse! What, Booksellers recruit my famish'd purse! This deals in politics, and not in rhymes.Another asks some touches at the times.This, never meddles with the tragic vein.That, fears your Muse may touch upon th' obscene.This, deals with Kirk and Democrates alone. That, is devoted to the Church and Throne. For patriot cares Dick Philips draws his breathNicholls is all for Anecdote and Death. Tom Payne is sacred to th' illustrious deadThe Muse's friend with dying Dodsley fled. Scar'd by these porters at the door of fame, To live on verses, I no longer aim. * Milton's Lycidas, « build the lofty rhyme.” 470 Like virtue, rhyming is its own reward: -Oh happy bards of Greece and Rome! I know the wonders Katterfelto wrought, 480 490 "Come friends of Charlatans; I'll write for you; "Rais'd on a tub, importunate and loud, "With Quacks and Methodists divide the croud; 500 "There rant in tragedy, in lyric rave; "Or sing the wonders of Dom Daniel cave; "Distribute samples of heroic song, "Where confluent streets unite the strolling throng. "Here shall my Muse no hated rival fear, "Except-a bruising match, or dancing bear. |