THE ROSCIAD. Roscius deceas'd, each high aspiring play'r But though bare merit might in Rome appear What can an actor give? in ev'ry age They can't, like candidate for other seat, Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon; But what they have they give; could Clive do more, Shuter keeps open house at Southwark fair, The town divided, each runs sev'ral ways, From galleries loud peals of laughter roll, When place of judgment is by whim supply'd, And our opinions have their rise in pride; When, in discoursing on each mimic elf, We praise and censure with an eye to self; All must meet friends, and Ackman bids as fair In such a court, as Garrick for the chair. At length agreed, all squabbles to decide, By some one judge the cause was to be try'd; But this their squabbles did afresh renew, Who should be judge in such a trial: who? |