SOUTHERNE'S SPARTAN DAM E.
HEN realms are ravag'd with invafive foes,
Each bofom with heroic ardour glows;
Old chiefs, reflecting on their former deeds,
Difdain to ruft with batter'd invalids;
But active in the foremost ranks appear,
And leave young fmock-fac'd beaux to guard the rear.
So, to repel the Vandals of the stage,
Our veteran bard refumes his tragic ragé :
He throws the gauntlet Ötway us'd to wield,
And calls for Englifhmen to judge the field:
Thus arm'd, to rescue Nature from difgrace,
Meffieurs! lay down your minstrels and grimace :
The brawniest youths of Troy the combat fear'd,
When old Etellus in the lifts appear❜d.
Yet what avails the champion's giant fize,
When pigmies are made umpires of the prize?
Your fathers (men of fenfe, and honest bowlers)
Difdain'd the mummery of foreign strollers:
By their examples would you form your taste,
The prefent age might emulate the past.
We hop'd that art and genius had fecur'd you;
But foon facetious Harlequin allur'd you :