To these inscribe my rude, but honest lays, PRO PROLOGUE, Intended to have been spoken at Drury-lane theatre, on His Majesty's Birth-Day, 1761. ENIUS, neglected, mourns his wither'd bays; But foars to heav'n from virtue's generous praise. When Kings themselves the proper judges fit O'er the bleft realms of fcience, arts and wit, Each eager breast beats high for glorious fame, And emulation glows with active flame: Thus, with Auguftus rofe imperial Rome, For arms renown'd abroad, for arts at home. Thus, when Eliza fill'd Britannia's throne, What arts, what learning was not then our own? Then finew'd Genius, ftrong and nervous rofe, In Spenser's numbers, and in Raleigh's prose ; On Bacon's lips then every science hung, And Nature spoke from her own Shakespeare's tongue. Her Her patriot fimiles fell, like refreshing dews, Behold e'en now ftrong science imps her wing, The Mufes too burst forth with double light, Perhaps this Spot may boast a Royal Friend. GENIUS, GENIUS, ENVY, and TIME, A FA B LE; Addrefs'd to WILLIAM HOGARTH, Efq. N all profeffionary skill, There never was, nor ever will Be excellence, or exhibition, But fools are up in oppofition; Each letter'd, grave, pedantic dunce Shrugs, shakes his head, and rubs his eyes, The wisdom of his brother owl. MODERNS! He hates the very name; Your Antients have prescriptive claim :But let a century be past, And We have taste and wit at last ; For For at that period Moderns too But merit now has little claim If, Proteus-like, a GARRICK's art, E'en here fhall envy take her aim, The JEALOUS WIFE, tho' chaftly writ, With no parade of frippery wit, Shall fet a fcribbling, all at once, Both giant wit, and pigmy dunce; Who fhew their teeth before they bite, GENIUS, |