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134 So fares it too with plays: in vain we write, Unleſs the muſic and the dance invite; Scarce Hamlet clears the charges of the night. Would you but fix ſome ſtandard how to move, We would transform to any thing you love: Judge our deſire by our coſt and pains; Sure the expenſe, uncertain are the gains. But tho’ we fetch from Italy and France Our fopperies of tune, and mode of dance, Our ſturdy Britons ſcorn to borrow ſenſe. Howe’er to foreign faſhions we ſubmit, Still ev’ry fop prefers his mother-wit. In only wit this conſtancy is ſhown, For never was that errant changeling known Who for another’s ſenſe would quit his own.
 * Our author would excuſe these youthful ſcenes,

Begotten at his entrance in his teens: Some childiſh fancies may approve the toy, Some like the Muſe the more for being a boy; And ladies ſhould be pleas’d, is not content, To find so young a thing not wholly impotent. Our ſtage-reformers, too, he would diſarm, In charity ſo cold, in zeal ſo warm! And therefore, to atone for ſtage-abuſes, And gain the church-indulgence for the Muſes, He gives his thirds—to charitable uſes.