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What can atone (oh ever-injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpity'd, and thy rites unpaid? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghoft, or grac'd thy mournful bier:
By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd,
By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd,
A heap of duft alone remains of thee,
'Tis all thou art, and all the proud fhall be!
Poets themselves muft fall, like those they fung,
Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue. Ev'n he, whofe foul now melts in mourful lays, Shall shortly want the gen'rous tear he pays;
Then from his clefing eyes thy form shall part,
The Mufe forgot, and thou beloy'd no more!
Mr. ADDISON's Tragedy
O wake the foul by tender strokes of art,
To raife 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 Mufe first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream thro' ev'ry age; Tyrants no more their favage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author fhuns by vulgar fprings 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 gen'rous cause, Such Tears as Patriots fhed for dying Laws: He bids your breafts with ancient ardour rife, And calls forth koman drops from British eyes.
Virtue confefs'd in human fhape he draws,
Who hears him groan, and does not wish to bleed? Ev'n when proud Cæfar, 'midft triumphal cars, The spoils of nations, and the pomp of wars, Ignobly vain, and impotently great,
Show'd Rome her Cato's figure drawn in ftate; 30 As her dead Father's rev'rend image past,
The pomp was darken'd, and the day o'ercaft;
VER. 20. But what with pleasure] This alludes to a famous paffage of Seneca, which Mr. Addison afterwards ufed as a motto to his play, when it was printed.
VER. 37. Britons, attend] Mr. Pope had- written it arife, in the fpirit of Poetry and Liberty; but Mr. Addifon frightend at fo daring an expreffion, which, he thought, fquinted at rebellion, would have it alter'd, in the fpirit of Profe and Politics, to attend.
Your scene precariously fubfifts too long
VER. 46. As Cato felf, etc.] This alludes to the fa mous ftory of his going into the Theatre, and imme diately coming out again.