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240 Intrigue was plot, obscenity was wit; Vice always found a sympathetic friend; They pleased their age, and did not aim to mend. Yet bards like these aspired to lasting praise, And proudly hoped to pimp in future days. Their cause was general, their supports were strong, Their slaves were willing, and their reign was long: Till Shame regain'd the post that Sense betray'd, And Virtue call'd Oblivion to her aid.
 * Then, crush'd by rules, and weaken'd as refined,

For years the power of Tragedy declined; From bard to bard the frigid caution crept, Till Declamation roar'd, while Passion slept; Yet still did Virtue deign the stage to tread; Philosophy remain'd though Nature fled; But forced, at length, her ancient reign to quit, She saw great Faustus lay the ghost of Wit; Exulting Folly hail'd the joyful day, And Pantomime and Song confirmed her sway.
 * But who the coming changes can presage,

And mark the future periods of the Stage? Perhaps, if skill could distant times explore,