If e’er frivolity has led to fame,
And made us blush that you forbore to blame,
If e’er the sinking stage could condescend
To soothe the sickly taste it dare not mend,
All past reproach may present scenes refute,
And censure, wisely loud, be justly mute!
Oh! since your fiat stamps the Drama’s laws,
Forbear to mock us with misplaced applause;
So pride shall doubly nerve the actor’s powers,
And reason’s voice be echo’d back by ours.