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Prologues, like cards of compliment, we find,

Most as unmeaning as politely kind;

To beg a favour, or to plead excuse,

Of both appears to be the gen'ral use.

Shall my words, tipt with flattery, prepare

A kind exertion of your tend'rest care?

Shall I present our Author to your sight,

All pale and trembling for his fate this night?

Shall I sollicit the most pow'rful arms

To aid his cause – the force of beauty's charms?

Or tell each critic, his approving taste

Must give the sterling stamp, wherever plac'd?

This might be done – but so to seek applause

Argues a conscious weakness in the cause.

No – let the Muse in simple truth appear,

Reason and Nature are the judges here:

If by their strict and self-describing laws,

The sev'ral characters to-night she draws;

If from the whole a pleasing piece is made,

On the true principles of light and shade;

Struck with the harmony of just design,

Your eyes – your ears – your hearts, will all combine

To grant applause: – but if an erring hand

Gross disproportion marks in motley band,

If the group'd figures false connexions show,

And glaring colours without meaning glow,

Your wounded feelings, turn'd a diff'rent way,

Will justly damn – th' abortion of a play.

As Farquhar has observ'd, our English law,

Like a fair spreading oak, the Muse should draw,

By Providence design'd, and wisdom made

For honesty to thrive beneath its shade;

Yet from its boughs some insects shelter find,

Dead to each nobler feeling of the mind,

Who thrive, alas! too well, and never cease

To prey on justice, property, and peace.

At such to-night, with other legal game,

Our vent'rous author takes satiric aim;

And brings, he hopes, originals to view,

Nor pilfers from th' Old Magpie, nor the New 1.

But will to Candour chearfully submit;

She reigns in boxes, galleries, and pit.