To be the Birth-day fibber,
I thought of Dennis, Tibbald, Duck,
But never dreamed of Cibber.’
The year was one fruitful in plays; but it was observed that when nuts are plentiful, they are generally of poor quality; so it was with the plays of 1730. They are all clean forgotten, including ‘Sophonisba’ itself,—the epilogue to which tragedy had this advice to ladies who patronised foreign productions:—
To foreign looms no longer owe your charms,
Nor make their trade more fatal than their arms,
Each British dame who courts her country’s praise,
By quitting these outlandish modes, might raise
(Not from yon powder’d band, so thin, so spruce)
Ten able-bodied men, for public use.