Here you will find the Long Poem Drury-lane Prologue Spoken by Mr. Garrick of poet Samuel Johnson
1 When Learning's triumph o'er her barb'rous foes 2 First rear'd the stage, immortal Shakespear rose; 3 Each change of many-colour'd life he drew, 4 Exhausted worlds, and then imagin'd new: 5 Existence saw him spurn her bounded reign, 6 And panting Time toil'd after him in vain: 7 His pow'rful strokes presiding Truth impress'd, 8 And unresisted Passion storm'd the breast. 9 Then Jonson came, instructed from the school, 10 To please in method, and invent by rule; 11 His studious patience, and laborious art, 12 By regular approach essay'd the heart; 13 Cold Approbation gave the ling'ring bays, 14 For those who durst not censure, scarce could praise. 15 A mortal born he met the general doom, 16 But left, like Egypt's kings, a lasting tomb. 17 The Wits of Charles found easier ways to fame, 18 Nor wish'd for Jonson's art, or Shakespear's flame, 19 Themselves they studied, as they felt, they writ, 20 Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit. 21 Vice always found a sympathetic friend; 22 They pleas'd their age, and did not aim to mend. 23 Yet bards like these aspir'd to lasting praise, 24 And proudly hop'd to pimp in future days. 25 Their cause was gen'ral, their supports were strong, 26 Their slaves were willing, and their reign was long; 27 Till Shame regain'd the post that Sense betray'd, 28 And Virtue call'd Oblivion to her aid. 29 Then crush'd by rules, and weaken'd as refin'd, 30 For years the pow'r of tragedy declin'd; 31 From bard, to bard, the frigid caution crept, 32 Till Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept. 33 Yet still did Virtue deign the stage to tread, 34 Philosophy remain'd, though Nature fled. 35 But forc'd at length her ancient reign to quit, 36 She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of wit: 37 Exulting Folly hail'd the joyful day, 38 And pantomime, and song, confirm'd her sway. 39 But who the coming changes can presage, 40 And mark the future periods of the stage?-- 41 Perhaps if skill could distant times explore, 42 New Behns, new Durfoys, yet remain in store. 43 Perhaps, where Lear has rav'd, and Hamlet died, 44 On flying cars new sorcerers may ride. 45 Perhaps, for who can guess th' effects of chance? 46 Here Hunt may box, or Mahomet may dance. 47 Hard is his lot, that here by Fortune plac'd, 48 Must watch the wild vicissitudes of taste; 49 With ev'ry meteor of caprice must play, 50 And chase the new-blown bubbles of the day. 51 Ah! let not censure term our fate our choice, 52 The stage but echoes back the public voice. 53 The drama's laws the drama's patrons give, 54 For we that live to please, must please to live. 55 Then prompt no more the follies you decry, 56 As tyrants doom their tools of guilt to die; 57 'Tis yours this night to bid the reign commence 58 Of rescu'd Nature, and reviving Sense; 59 To chase the charms of Sound, the pomp of Show, 60 For useful Mirth, and salutary Woe; 61 Bid scenic Virtue form the rising age, 62 And Truth diffuse her radiance from the stage.