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Verses to the Memory of
Spoken as a Monody, at the Theatre Royal
in Drury Lane.
If dying excellence deserves a tear,
strain, Point the quick jest-indulge the comic
veinEre yet to buried Roscius we assign One kind regret-one tributary line !
His fame requires we act a tenderer part: His memory claims the tear you gave his art ! The general voice, the mecd of mournful
verse, The splendid sorrows that adorn’d his hearse, The throng that mourn'd as their dead
favorite passed, The graced respect that claim'd him to the last,
While Shakespeare's image from its hallowa
base Seem'd to prescribe the grave, and point the
place,Nor these—nor all the sad regrets that flow From fond fidelity's domestic woeSo much are Garrick's praise—so much his
dueAs on this spot-one tear bestow'd by you.
Amid the hearts which seek ingenious fame, Our toil attempts the most precarious claim ! To him whose mimic pencil wins the prize, Obedient Fame immortal wreaths supplies; Whate'er of wonder Reynolds now may
raise, Raphael still boasts contemporary praise : Each dazzling light and gaudier bloom sub
dued, With undiminish’d awe his works are view'd; E’en Beauty's portrait wears a softer prime, Touch'd by the tender hand of mellowing
Time. The patient Sculptor owns an humbler part, A ruder toil, and more mechanic art; Content with slow and timorous stroke to
trace The lingering line, and mould the tardy
grace; But once achieved—though barbarous wreck
o’erthrow The sacred fane, and lay its glories low,
Verses to the Memory of Garrick.
Yet shall the sculptured ruin rise to day,
Superior hopes the Poet's bosom fire;
clime Congenial passions meet th' according rhyme; The pride of glory-pity's sigh sincereYouth's earliest blush—and beauty's virgin
tear. Such is their meed-their honors thus
secure, Whose arts yield objects, and whose works
endure. The Actor, only, shrinks from Time's award; Feeble tradition is his memory's guard; By whose faint breath his merits must abide, Unvouch'd by proof-to substance unallied ! E’en matchless Garrick's art, to heaven re
sign'd, No fix'd effect, no model leaves behind !