The editor resounds the note of praise.
Can studied puffs an actor’s fame decide,
Or to a throne a mute attendant carry?
Can praise give pow’rs that nature has denied,
Or make Beau Clincher equal to Sir Harry?
Perhaps in these neglected ranks has stray’d
Some swelling bosom, fraught with tragic fire;
Tongues that Othello’s vengeance might have stay’d,
Or base Iago prov’d a living liar!
But authors to their eyes their ample plays,