The passions must to nature be confined;

And scenes to scenes with artful weaving joined.

Your wit must not unseasonably play;

But follow business, never lead the way.

Observe how Terence does this error shun:

A careful father chides his amorous son;

Then see that son, whom no advice can move,

Forget those orders, and pursue his love:

'Tis not a well-drawn picture we discover;

'Tis a true son, a father, and a lover.