This licentiousness of the poets, to which, in some sort, Socrates fell a sacrifice, at last was restrained by a law.  For the government, which was before shared by all the inhabitants, was now confined to a settled number of citizens.  It was ordered that no man’s name should be mentioned on the stage; but poetical malignity was not long in finding the secret of defeating the purpose of the law, and of making themselves ample compensation for the restraint laid upon authors, by the necessity of inventing false names.  They set themselves to work upon known and real characters, so that they had now the advantage of giving a more exquisite gratification to the vanity of poets, and the malice of spectators.  One had the refined pleasure of setting others to guess, and the other that of guessing right by naming the masks.  When pictures are so like, that the name is not wanted, nobody inscribes it.  The consequence of the law, therefore, was nothing more than to make that done with delicacy, which was done grossly before; and the art, which was expected would be confined within the limits of duty, was only partly transgressed with more ingenuity.  Of this, Aristophanes, who was comprehended in this law, gives us good examples in some of his poems.  Such was that which was afterwards called the middle comedy.

The new comedy, or that which followed, was again an excellent refinement, prescribed by the magistrates, who, as they had before forbid the use of real names, forbade afterwards, real subjects, and the train of choruses[17] too much given to abuse; so that the poets saw themselves reduced to the necessity of bringing imaginary names and subjects upon the stage, which, at once, purified and enriched the theatre; for comedy, from that time, was no longer a fury armed with torches, but a pleasing and innocent mirror of human life.

  Chacun peint avec art dans ce nouveau miroir
  S’y vit avec plaisir, ou crut ne s’y pas voir! 
  L’avare des premiers rit du tableau fidele
  D’un avare souvent trace sur son modele;
  Et mille fois un fat finement exprime
  Meconnut le portrait sur lui-meme forme.[18]

The comedy of Menander and Terence is, in propriety of speech, the fine comedy.  I do not repeat all this after so many writers, but just to recall it to memory, and to add to what they have said, something which they have omitted, a singular effect of publick edicts appearing in the successive progress of the art.  A naked history of poets and of poetry, such as has been often given, is a mere body without soul, unless it be enlivened with an account of the birth, progress, and perfection of the art, and of the causes by which they were produced.

 6.  THE LATIN COMEDY.