Like a tragedy queen he has dizen'd them out, His fools have their follies fo loft in a crowd * Here Douglas retires from his toils to relax, The fcourge of impoftors, the terror of quacks: Come all ye quack bards, and ye quacking divines, Come, and dance on the spot where your tyrant reclines, When fatire and cenfure encircled his throne, I fear'd for your fafety, I fear'd for my own; Macpherson write bombaft, and call it a style, * Vide page 200. The Rev. Dr. Dodd. Mr. Kenrick lately read lectures at the Devil tavern, under the title of The School of Shakespeare' James Macpherson, Efq; who lately, from the mere force of his ftyle, wrote down the first poet of all antiquity. ¶ Vide page 200. § Vide page 200. Detection her taper fhall quench to a spark, And Scotchman meet Scotchman and cheat in the dark. Here lies David Garrick, defcribe him who can, An abridgment of all that was pleasant in man; As an actor, confeft without rival to fhine; As a wit, if not first, in the very first line : Yet, with talents like thefe, and an excellent heart, The man had his failings, a dupe to his art. Like an an ill-judging beauty, his colours he spread, And beplaster'd, with rouge, his own natural red. On the stage he was natural, fimple, affecting; 'Twas only that, when he was off, he was acting. With no reafon on earth to go out of his way, He turn'd and he vary'd full ten times a-day: Tho' fecure of our hearts, yet confoundedly fick, If they were not his own by fineffing and trick: He cast off his friends, as a huntsman his pack, For he new when he pleas'd he could whistle them back. Of praise a mere glutton, he swallow'd what came, you got what you gave? * Vide page 200. + Vide page 203. Mr. Hugh Kelly, author of Falle Delicacy, Word to the wife, Clementina, School for wives, &e. Mr. William Woodfall, printer of the Morning Chronicle, How did Grub-street re-echo the fhouts that you rais'd, To act as an angel, and mix with the skies : Old Shakespeare, receive him, with praise and with love, And Beaumonts and Bens be his * Kellys above. Here Hickey reclines, a moft blunt pleasant crea ture, And flander itself muft allow him good nature: Then what was his failing? come tell it, and burn ye,---- Here Reynolds is laid, and, to tell you my mind, He has not left a wifer, or better behind; His pencil was ftriking, refiftlefs and grand; His manners were gentle, complying and bland; Still born to improve us in every part, His pencil our faces, his manners our heart : * Vide page 204. + Vide page 200. Ibid. To coxcombs averfe, yet moft civilly fteering, When they talk'd of their Raphaels, Corregios and He shifted his trumpet, and only took fnuff. * Sir Joshua Reynolds is fo remarkably deaf as to be under the neceffity of ufing an ear trumpet in company. OCTOR! according to your wishes, Serv'd up a fentimental treat Of various emblamatic meat: And now it's time, I trust, you think, To Douglas, fraught with learn'd ftock Of critic Lore, give ancient Hock; T |