TO wake the Soul by tender Strokes 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 trode the Stage,
Commanding Tears to stream thro' every Age;
Tyrants no more their savage 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 deserves its Woe.
Here Tears shall flow from a more gen'rous Cause,
Such Tears as Patriots shed for dying Laws:
He bids your Breasts with ancient Ardor rise,
And calls forth Roman Drops from British Eyes.
Virtue confess'd in human Shape he draws,
What Plato thought, and God-like Cato was:
No common Object to your Sight displays,
But what with Pleasure, Heav'n itself Surveys;
A brave Man struggling in the Storms of Fate,
And greatly falling with a falling State!
While Cato gives his little Senate Laws,
What Bosom beats not in his Country's Cause?
Who sees him act, but envies ev'ry Deed?
Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed?
Ev'n when proud Cesar 'midst triumphal Cars,
The Spoils of Nations, and the Pomp of Wars,
Ignobly vain, and impotently great
Shew'd Rome her Cato's Figure drawn in state,
As her dead Father's rev'rend Image past,
The Pomp was dark'ned, and the Day o'ercast,
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