Without affected pomp and noise he warms; Britons, with leffen'd wonder, now behold ON ON CA To: OCCASIONED BY MR. ADDISON'S TRAGEDY OF THAT NAME. BY MR. COPPING. IS ancient Rome by party-factions rent, Weeps o'er her fate, and to the gods retires. ** } The verfes of Dr. YOUNG, Mr. TICKELL, and Mr. HUGHES, on this tragedy, are among the poems of their refpective authors. PRO PROLOGUE BY MR. POPE. T SPOKEN BY MR. WILKS. O wake the foul by tender ftrokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold: For this the Tragic-Muse first trød the stage, Commanding tears to stream through every age; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author shuns by vulgar springs to move The hero's glory, or the virgin's love; In pitying love we but our weakness show, And wild ambition well deferves its woe. Here tears fhall flow from a more generous cause, Such tears as patriots fhed for dying laws : He bids your breasts with ancient ardor rife, And calls forth Roman drops from British eyes.. Virtue confefs'd in human shape he draws, What Plato thought, and god-like Cato was : No common object to your fight displays, But what with pleasure heaven itself surveys; A brave man struggling in the storms of fate, And greatly falling with a falling state: While Cato gives his little fenate laws, What bofom beats not in his country's caufe? Who fees him act, but envies every deed ? Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed? Ev'n when proud Cæfar 'midft triumphal cars, ; Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in state On French tranflation, and Italian fong. Dare to have sense yourselves; affert the stage; DRAMATIS |