{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/arthur/art071.htm","path":"neu/arthur/art071.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/arthur/art071.htm","text":"An Arthurian Miscellany\n| KING Arthur , A passionate sort of King, Husband to Queen Dollallolla , of whom he stands a little in Fear; Father to Huncamunca , whom he is very fond of; and in Love with Glumdalca . | Mr. Mullart . | \n| TOM THUMB the Great , A little Hero with a great Soul, something violent in his Temper, which is a little abated by his Love for Huncamunca . | Young Verhuyck . | \n| GHOST of Gaffar Thumb , A whimsical sort of GHOST. | Mr. Lacy . | \n| Lord GRIZZLE, Extremely zealous for the Liberty of the Subject, very cholerick in his Temper, and in Love with Huncamunca . | Mr. Jones . | \n| MERLIN, A Conjurer, and in some sort Father to Tom Thumb . | Mr. Hallam . | \n| NOODLE, Courtiers in Place, and consequently of that Party that is uppermost. DOODLE, Courtiers in Place, and consequently of that Party that is uppermost. | Mr. Reynolds . Mr. Wathan . | \n| FOODLE, A Courtier that is out of Place, and consequently of that Party that is undermost. | Mr. Ayres . | \n| BAILIFF, and FOLLOWER, Of the Party of the Plaintiff. | Mr. Peterson . Mr. Hicks . | \n| PARSON, Of the Side of the Church. | Mr. Watson . | \n| QUEEN Dollallolla , Wife to King Arthur , and Mother to Huncamunca , a Woman entirely faultless, saving that she is a little given to Drink; a little too much a Virago towards her Husband, and in Love with Tom Thumb . | Mrs. Mullart . | \n| The Princess HUNCAMUNCA, Daughter to their Majesties King Arthur and Queen Dollallolla , of a very sweet, gentle, and amorous Disposition, equally in Love with Lord Grizzle and Tom Thumb , and desirous to be married to them both. | Mrs. Jones . | \n| GLUMDALCA, of the Giants, a Captive Queen, belov'd by the King, but in Love with Tom Thumb . | Mrs. Dove . | \n| CLEORA, Maid of Honour, in Love with Noodle . MUSTACHA, Maid of Honour, in Love with Doodle . | | \n| Courtiers, Guards, Rebels, Drums, Trumpets, Thunder and Lightning . | | \n A bloody Engagement between the two Armies here, Drums beating, Trumpets sounding, Thunder and Lightning. -- They fight off and on several times. Some fall . GRIZZLE and GLUMDALCA remain .\n The Morning dawns with an unwonted Crimson,\nThe Flowers all odorous seem, the Garden Birds\nSing louder, and the laughing Sun ascends,\nThe gaudy Earth with an unusual brightness,\nAll Nature smiles. (Caes. Borg.)\n -- The Sun too seems\nAs conscious of my Joy with broader Eye\nTo look abroad the World, and all things smile\nLike Sophonisba.\n -- The Morning rises slow,\nAnd all those ruddy Streaks that us'd to paint\nThe Days Approach, are lost in Clouds as if\nThe Horrors of the Night had sent 'em back,\nTo warn the Sun, he should not leave the Sea,\nTo Peep , &c.\n 2 This Line is highly conformable to the beautiful Simplicity of the Antients. It hath been copied by almost every Modern,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not to be is not to be in Woe. \u00a0\u00a0(State of Innocence.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Love is not Sin but where 'tis sinful Love. \u00a0\u00a0(Don Sebastian.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nature is Nature, Laelius.\u00a0\u00a0(Sophonisba.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Men are but Men, we did not make our selves. \u00a0\u00a0(Revenge.)\n \n \n 3 Dr. B------y reads the mighty Tall-mast Thumb. Mr. D------s the mighty Thumping Thumb. Mr. T------d reads Thundering. I think Thomas more agreeable to the great Simplicity so apparent in our Author.\n \n 4 That learned Historian Mr. S------n in the third Number of his Criticism on our Author, takes great Pains to explode this Passage. It is, says he, difficult to guess what Giants are here meant, unless the Giant Despair in the Pilgrim's Progress , or the Giant Greatness in the Royal Villain ; for I have heard of no other sort of Giants in the Reign of King Arthur. Petrus Burmanus makes three Tom Thumbs , one whereof he supposes to have been the same Person whom the Greeks called Hercules , and that by these Giants are to be understood the Centaurs slain by that Heroe. Another Tom Thumb he contends to have been no other than the Hermes Trismegistus of the Antients. The third Tom Thumb he places under the Reign of King Arthur , to which third Tom Thumb , says he, the Actions of the other two were attributed. Now tho' I know that this Opinion is supported by an Assertion of Justus Lipsius, Thomam illum Thumbum non alium quam Herculem fuisse satis constat ; yet shall I venture to oppose one Line of Mr. Midwinter , against them all,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In Arthur's Court Tom Thumb did live .\n \n But then, says Dr. B------y , if we place Tom Thumb in the Court of King Arthur , it will be proper to place that Court out of Britain , where no Giants were ever heard of. Spencer , in his Fairy Queen , is of another Opinion, where describing Albion he says,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Far within a salvage Nation dwelt\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of hideous Giants .\n \n And in the same Canto,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then Elfar, who two Brethren Giants had,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The one of which had two Heads --\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The other three .\n \n Risum teneatis, Amici.\n \n 5 To whisper in Books says Mr. D------s is errant Nonsense. I am afraid this learned Man does not sufficiently understand the extensive meaning of the Word Whisper. If he had rightly understood what is meant by the Senses Whisp'ring the Soul in the Persian Princess , or what Whisp'ring like Winds is in Aurengzebe , or like Thunder in another Author, he would have understood this. Emmeline in Dryden sees a Voice, but she was born blind, which is an Excuse Panthea cannot plead in Cyrus , who hears a sight.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Your Description will surpass,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 All Fiction, Painting, or dumb Shew of Horror,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That ever Ears yet heard, or Eyes beheld .\n \n When Mr. D------s understands these he will understand Whisp'ring in Books.\n \n 6 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Some Ruffian stept into his Father's Place ,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And more than half begot him.\u00a0\u00a0( Mary Q. of Scots ).\n \n 7 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- For Ulamar seems sent Express from Heaven,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To civilize this rugged Indian Clime .\u00a0\u00a0(Liberty Asserted.)\n \n 8 Omne majus continet in se minus, sed minus non in se majus continere potest , says Scaliger in Thumbo . - I suppose he would have cavilled at these beautiful Lines in the Earl of Essex ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Thy most inveterate Soul,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That looks through the foul Prison of thy Body .\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And at those of Dryden,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Palace is without too well design'd,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Conduct me in, for I will view thy Mind.\u00a0\u00a0 (Aurengzebe.)\n \n 9 Mr. Banks hath copied this almost Verbatim,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It was enough to say, here's Essex come,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And Nurses still'd their Children with the fright.\u00a0\u00a0 (E. of Essex .)\n \n 10 The Trumpet in a Tragedy is generally as much as to say enter King: Which makes Mr. Banks in one of his Plays call it the Trumpets's formal Sound.\n \n 11 Phraortes in the Captives seems to have been acquainted with King Arthur .\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Proclaim a Festival for seven Days space,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let the Court shine in all its Pomp and Lustre,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let all our Streets resound with Shouts of Joy;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let Musick's Care-dispelling Voice be heard,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The sumptuous Banquet, and the flowing Goblet\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall warm the Cheek, and fill the Heart with Gladness.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Astarbe shall sit Mistress of the Feast .\n \n 12 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Repentance frowns on thy contracted Brow .\u00a0\u00a0(Sophonisba.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Hung on his clouded Brow, I mark'd Despair .\u00a0\u00a0(Ibid.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- A sullen Gloom, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Scowls on his Brow .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n 13 Plato is of this Opinion, and so is Mr. Banks ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Behold these Tears sprung from fresh Pain and Joy .\u00a0\u00a0(E. of Essex .)\n \n 14 These Floods are very frequent in the Tragick Authors.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Near to some murmuring Brook I'll lay me down,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Whose Waters if they should too shallow flow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Tears shall swell them up till I will drown .\u00a0\u00a0(Lee's Sophonisba.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pouring forth Tears at such a lavish Rate,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That were the World on Fire, they might have drown'd\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Wrath of Heav'n, and quench'd the mighty Ruin .\u00a0\u00a0(Mithridates.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0One Author changes the Waters of Grief to those of Joy,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- These Tears that sprung from Tides of Grief,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Are now augmented to a Flood of Joy .\u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Another,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Turns all the Streams of Hates, and makes them flow\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In Pity's Channel .\u00a0\u00a0(Royal Villain.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0One drowns himself,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Pity like a Torrent pours me down,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Now I am drowning all within a Deluge .\u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cyrus drowns the whole world,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Our swellin Grief\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall melt into a Deluge, and the World\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall drown in Tears. \u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n 15 An Expression vastly beneath the Dignity of Tragedy, says Mr. D------s , yet we find the Word he cavils at in the Mouth of Mithridates less properly used and applied to a more terrible Idea;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I would be drunk with Death .\u00a0\u00a0(Mithrid.)\n \n The Author of the New Sophonisba taketh hold of this Monosyllable, and uses it pretty much to the same purpose,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Carthaginian Sword with Roman Blood\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Was drunk .\n \n I would ask Mr. D------s which gives him the best Idea, a drunken King, or a drunken Sword?\n Mr. Tate dresses up King Arthur's Resolution in Heroicks,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Merry, my Lord, o' th' Captain's Humour right,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I am resolv'd to be dead drunk to Night .\n \n Lee also uses this charming Word;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Love's the Drunkenness of the Mind .\u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 16 Dryden hath borrowed this, and applied it improperly,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I'm half Seas o'er in Death .\u00a0\u00a0(Cleom.)\n \n 17 This Figure is in great use among the Tragedians;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 'Tis therefore, therefore 'tis .\u00a0\u00a0(Victim.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I long repent, repent and long again .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n 18 A Tragical Exclamation.\n \n 19 This Line is copied verbatim in the Captives .\n \n 20We find a Candlestick for this Candle in two celebrated Authors;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Each Star withdraws\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His golden Head and burns within the Socket. \u00a0\u00a0(Nero.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Soul grown old and sunk into the Socket .\u00a0\u00a0(Sebastian.)\n \n 21 This Simile occurs very frequently among the Dramatick Writers of both Kinds.\n \n 22 Mr. Lee hath stolen this Thought from our Author;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- This perfect Face, drawn by the Gods in Council,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Which they were long a making. \u00a0\u00a0(Lu. Jun. Brut.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- At his Birth, the heavenly Council paus'd,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And then at last cry'd out, This is a Man!\n \n Dryden hath improved this Hint to the utmost Perfection:\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So perfect, that the very Gods who form'd you, wonder'd\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 At their own Skill, and cry'd, A lucky Hit\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Has mended our Design! Their Envy hindred,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or you had been Immortal, and a Pattern,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When Heaven would work for Ostentation sake,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To copy out again .\u00a0\u00a0(All for Love.)\n \n Banks prefers the Works of Michael Angelo to that of the Gods;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Pattern for the Gods to make a Man by,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or Michael Angelo to form a Statue .\n \n 23 It is impossible says Mr. W------ sufficiently to admire this natural easy Line.\n \n 24 This Tragedy which in most Points resembles the Antients differs from them in this, that it assigns the same Honour to Lowness of Stature, which they did to Height. The Gods and Heroes in Homer and Virgil are continually described higher by the Head than their Followers, the contrary of which is observ'd by our Author: In short, to exceed on either side is equally admirable, and a Man of three Foot is as wonderful a sight as a Man of nine.\n \n 25 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 My Blood leaks fast, and the great heavy lading\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Soul will quickly sink. \u00a0\u00a0(Mithrid.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Soul is like a Ship .\u00a0\u00a0(Injur'd Love.)\n \n 26 This well-bred Line seems to be copied in the Persian Princess ;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To be your humblest, and most faithful Slave .\n \n 27 This Doubt of the King puts me in mind of a Passage in the Captives , where the Noise of Feet is mistaken for the Rustling of Leaves,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Methinks I hear\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The sound of Feet\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No, 'twas the Wind that shook yon Cypress Boughs.\n \n 28 Mr. Dryden seems to have had this Passage in his Eye in the first Page of Love Triumphant .\n \n 29 Don Carlos in the Revenge suns himself in the Charms of his Mistress,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 While in the Lustre of her Charms I lay .\n \n 30 A tragical phrase much in use.\n \n 31 This Speech hath been taken to pieces by several Tragical Authors who seem to have rifled it and shared its Beauties among them.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My soul waits at the Portal of thy Breast,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To ravish from thy Lips the welcome News. \u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Soul stands listening at my Ears .\u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Love to his Tune my jarring Heart would bring,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But Reason overwinds and cracks the String. \u00a0\u00a0(D. of Guise.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- I should have lov'd,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tho' Jove in muttering Thunder had forbid it .\u00a0\u00a0(New Sophonisba.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And when it (my Heart) wild resolves to love no more,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then is the Triumph of excessive Love .\u00a0\u00a0(Ibidem.)\n \n 32 Massinissa is one fourth less happy than Tom Thumb .\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! happy, happy, happy. \u00a0\u00a0(New Sophonisba.)\n \n 33 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 No by my self. \u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n 34 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Who caus'd\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This dreadful Revolution in my Fate?\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ulamar. Who but a Dog, who but a Dog? \u00a0\u00a0(Liberty Asserted.)\n \n 35 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0-- A Bride,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Who twenty Years lay loving by your side .\u00a0\u00a0(Banks.)\n \n 36 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For born upon a Cloud, from high I'll fall,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And rain down Royal Vengeance on you all. \u00a0\u00a0(Albion Queens.)\n \n 37 An Information very like this we have in the Tragedy of Love , where Cyrus having stormed in the most violent manner, Cyaxares observes very calmly,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Why, Nephew Cyrus -- you are mov'd .\n \n 38 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 'Tis in your Choice,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Love me, or love me not! \u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n 39 There is not one Beauty in this Charming Speech, but hath been borrowed by almost every Tragick Writer.\n \n 40 Mr. Banks has (I wish I could not say too servilely) imitated this of Grizzle in his Earl of Essex. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Where art thou Essex, &c.\n \n 41 The Countess of Nottingham in the Earl of Essex is apparently acquainted with Dollalolla .\n \n 42 Grizzle was not probably possessed of that Glew, of which Mr. Banks speaks in his Cyrus .\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I'll glew my Ears to ev'ry word. \n \n 43 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Screech-Owls, dark Ravens and amphibious Monsters,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Are screaming in that Voice .\u00a0\u00a0(Mary Q. of Scots.)\n \n 44 The Reader may see all the Beauties of this Speech in a late Ode called the Naval Lyrick .\n \n 45 This Epithet to a Dolphin doth not give one so clear an Idea as were to be wished, a smiling Fish seeming a little more difficult to be imagined than a flying Fish. Mr. Dryden is of Opinion, that smiling is the Property of Reason, and that no irrational Creature can smile.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Smiles not allowed to Beasts from Reason move .\u00a0\u00a0(State of Innocence.)\n \n 46 These Lines are written in the same Key with those in the Earl of Essex; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Why sayst thou so, I love thee well, indeed\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I do, and thou shalt find by this, 'tis true. \n \n Or with this in Cyrus;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The most heroick Mind that ever was. \n \n And with above half of the modern Tragedies.\n \n 47 Aristotle in that excellent Work of his which is very justly stiled his Masterpiece, earnestly recommends using the Terms of Art, however coarse or even indecent they may be. Mr. Tate is of the same Opinion.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bru. Do not, like young Hawks, fetch a Course about,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Your Game flies fair. \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fra. Do not fear it .\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0He answers you in your own Hawking Phrase .\u00a0\u00a0(Injur'd Love.)\n \n I think these two great Authorities are sufficient to justify Dollalolla in the use of the Phrase -- Hie away hie ; when in the same Line she says she is speaking to a setting Dog.\n \n 48 We meet with such another Pair of Scales in Dryden's King Arthur .\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Arthur and Oswald and their different Fates,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Are weighing now within the Scales of Heav'n \n \n Also in Sebastian.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This Hour my Lot is weighing in the Scales .\n \n 49 Mr. Rowe is generally imagin'd to have taken some Hints from this Scene in his Character of Bajazet ; but as he, of all the Tragick Writers, bears the least Resemblance to our Author in his Diction, I am unwilling to imagine he would condescend to copy him in this particular.\n \n 50 This method of surprizing an Audience by raising their Expectation to the highest Pitch, and then baulking it, hath been practis'd with great Success by most of our Tragical Authors.\n \n 51 Almeyda in Sebastian is in the same Distress;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sometimes methinks I hear the Groan of Ghosts, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thin hollow Sounds and lamentable Screams; \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then, like a dying Echo from afar, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Mother's Voice that cries, wed not Almeyda \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Forewarn'd , Almeyda, Marriage is thy Crime . \n \n 52 As very well he may if he hath any Modesty in him, says Mr. D------s . The Author of Busiris , is extremely zealous to prevent the Sun's blushing at any indecent Object; and therefore on all such Occasions he addresses himself to the Sun, and desires him to keep out of the way.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Rise never more, O Sun! let Night prevail, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eternal Darkness close the World's wide Scene .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sun hide thy Face and put the World in Mourning. \u00a0\u00a0(Ibid.)\n \n Mr. Banks makes the Sun perform the Office of Hymen ; and therefore not likely to be disgusted at such a Sight;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Sun sets forth like a gay Brideman with you .\u00a0\u00a0(Mary Q. of Scots.)\n \n 53 Nourmahal sends the same Message to Heaven;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For I would have you, when you upwards move,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Speak kindly of us, to our Friends above. \u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n We find another to Hell, in the Persian Princess;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Villain, get thee down\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To Hell, and tell them that the Fray's begun. \n \n 54 Anthony gives the same Command in the same Words.\n \n 55 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Oh! Marius, Marius ; wherefore art thou Marius ?\u00a0\u00a0(Otway's Marius.)\n \n 56 Nothing is more common than these seeming Contradictions; such as,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Haughty Weakness. \u00a0\u00a0(Victim.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Great small World .\u00a0\u00a0(Noah's Flood.)\n \n 57 Lee hath improv'd this Metaphor.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Dost thou not view Joy peeping from my Eyes,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Casements open'd wide to gaze on thee;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 So Rome's glad Citizens to Windows rise,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When they some young Triumpher fain would see. \u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 58 Almahide hath the same Contempt for these Appetites;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To eat and drink can no Perfection be .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n The Earl of Essex is of a different Opinion, and seems to place the chief Happiness of a General therein.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Were but Commanders half so well rewarded,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then they might eat. \u00a0\u00a0(Banks' Earl of Essex.)\n \n But if we may believe one, who knows more than either, the Devil himself; we shall find Eating to be an Affair of more moment than is generally imagined.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gods are immortal only by their Food .\u00a0\u00a0(Lucifer in the State of Innocence.)\n \n 59 This Expression is enough of it self (says Mr. D------s ) utterly to destroy the Character of Huncamunca ; yet we find a Woman of no abandon'd Character in Dryden , adventuring farther and thus excusing her self;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To speak our Wishes first, forbid it Pride,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 forbid it Modesty: True, they forbid it,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But Nature does not, when we are athirst, \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or hungry, will imperious Nature stay,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nor eat, nor drink, before 'tis bid fall on .\u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n Cassandra speaks before she is asked. Huncamunca afterwards.\n Cassandra speaks her Wishes to her Lover.\n Huncamunca only to her Father. \n \n 60 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Her Eyes resistless Magick bear,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Angels I see, and Gods are dancing there. \u00a0\u00a0(Lee's Sophonisba.)\n \n 61 Mr. Dennis in that excellent Tragedy, called Liberty Asserted , which is thought to have given so great a Stroke to the late French King, hath frequent Imitations of this beautiful Speech of King Arthur;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Conquest light'ning in his Eyes, and thund'ring in his Arm.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Joy lighten'd in her Eyes.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Joys like Light'ning dart along my Soul .\n \n 62\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Jove with excessive Thund'ring tir'd above,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Comes down for Ease, enjoys a Nymph, and then\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mounts dreadful, and to Thund'ring goes again. \u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 63 This beautiful Line, which ought, says Mr. W------ to be written in Gold, is imitated in the New Sophonisba ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! Sophonisba, Sophonisba , oh!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh! Narva, Narva , oh!\n \n The Author of a Song call'd Duke upon Duke, hath improv'd it.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Alas! O Nick, O Nick, alas! \n \n Where, by the help of a little false Spelling, you have two Meanings in the repeated Words.\n \n 64 Edith , in the Bloody Brother , speaks to her Lover in the same familiar Language.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Your Grace is full of Game .\n \n 65 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Traverse the glitt'ring Chambers of the Sky,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Born on a Cloud in view of Fate I'll lie,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And press her Soul while Gods stand wishing by. \u00a0\u00a0(Hannibal.)\n \n 66 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Let the four Winds from distant Corners meet,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And on their Wings first bear it into France;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Then back again to Edina's proud Walls,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Till Victim to the Sound th' aspiring City falls. \u00a0\u00a0(Albion Queens.)\n \n 67 I do not remember any Metaphors so frequent in the Tragick Poets as those borrow'd from Riding Post;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Gods and Opportunity ride Post .\u00a0\u00a0(Hannibal.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Let's rush together,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For Death rides Post. \u00a0\u00a0(Duke of Guise.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Destruction gallops to thy murther Post .\u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 68 This Image too very often occurs;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Bright as when thy Eye\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 'First lighted up our Loves .\u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 This not a Crown alone lights up my Name .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n 69 There is great Dissension among the Poets concerning the Method of making Man. One tells his Mistress that the Mold she was made in being lost, Heaven cannot form such another. Lucifer in Dryden , gives a merry Description of his own Formation;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Whom Heaven neglecting, made and scarce design'd,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But threw me in for Number to the rest. \u00a0\u00a0(State of Innocence.)\n \n In one Place, the same Poet supposes Man to be made of Metal;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I was form'd\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of that coarse Metal, which when she was made,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Gods threw by for Rubbish. \u00a0\u00a0(All for Love.)\n \n In another, of Dough;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 When the Gods moulded up the Paste of Man,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Some of their Clay was left upon their Hands,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And so they made Egyptians.\u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n In another of Clay;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Rubbish of remaining Clay .\u00a0\u00a0(Sebastian.)\n \n One makes the Soul of Wax;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Her waxen Soul begins to melt apace. \u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n Another of Flint;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sure our two Souls have somewhere been acquainted\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 In former Beings, or struck out together,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 One Spark to Africk flew, and one to Portugal.\u00a0\u00a0(Sebastian.)\n \n To omit the great Quantities of Iron, Brazen and Leaden Souls which are so plenty in modern Authors -- I cannot omit the Dress of a Soul as we find it in Dryden;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Souls shirted but with Air .\u00a0\u00a0(King Arthur.)\n \n Nor can I pass by a particular sort of Soul in a particular sort of Description, in the New Sophonisba.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ye mysterious Powers,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Whether thro' your gloomy Depths I wander,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or on the Mountains walk; give me the calm,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The steady smiling Soul, where Wisdom sheds\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Eternal Sun-shine, and eternal Joy .\n \n 70 This Line Mr. Banks has plunder'd entire in his Anna Bullen .\n \n 71 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Good Heaven, the Book of Fate before me lay,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But to tear out the Journal of that Day.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or if the Order of the World below,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Will not the Gap of one whole Day allow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Give me that Minute when she made her Vow .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n 72 I know some of the Commentators have imagined, that Mr. Dryden , in the Altercative Scene between Cleopatra and Octavia , a Scene which Mr. Addison inveighs against with great Bitterness, is much beholden to our Author. How just this their Observation is, I will not presume to determine.\n \n 73 A cobling Poet indeed, says Mr. D . and yet I believe we may find as monstrous Images in the Tragick-Authors: I'll put down one;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Untie your folded Thoughts, and let them dangle loose as a\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Bride's Hair .\u00a0\u00a0(Injur'd Love.)\n \n Which Lines seem to have as much Title to a Milliner's Shop, as our Author's to a Shoemaker's.\n \n 74 Mr. L------ takes occasion in this Place to commend the great Care of our Author to preserve the Metre of Blank Verse, in which Shakespear, Johnson and Fletcher were so notoriously negligent; and the Moderns, in Imitation of our Author, so laudably observant;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Then does\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Your Majesty believe that he can be\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Traitor! \u00a0\u00a0(Earl of Essex.)\n \n Every Page of Sophonisba gives us Instances of this Excellence.\n \n 75 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Love mounts and rowls about my stormy Mind. \u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tempests and Whirlwinds thro' my Bosom move. \u00a0\u00a0(Cleom.)\n \n 76 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 With such a furious Tempest on his Brow,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As if the World's four Winds were pent within\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 His blustring Carcase. \u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n 77 Verba Tragica.\n \n 78 This Speech hath been terribly maul'd by the Poets.\n \n 79 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 -- My Life is worn to Rags;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Not worth a Prince's wearing .\u00a0\u00a0(Love Triumph.)\n \n 80 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Must I beg the Pity of my Slave?\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Must a King beg! But Love's a greater King,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A Tyrant, nay a Devil that possesses me.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He tunes the Organ of my Voice and speaks,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Unknown to me, within me. \u00a0\u00a0(Sebastian.)\n \n 81 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 When thou wer't form'd, Heaven did a Man begin;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But a Brute Soul by chance was shuffled in. \u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n 82 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 -- I am a Multitude,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Of walking Griefs. \u00a0\u00a0(New Sophonisba.)\n \n 83 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 I will take thy Scorpion Blood,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And lay it to my Grief till I have Ease. \u00a0\u00a0(Anna Bullen.)\n \n 84 Our Author, who every where shews his great Penetration into human Nature, here outdoes himself: Where a less judicious Poet would have raised a long Scene of whining Love. He who understood the Passions better, and that so violent an Affection as this must be too big for Utterance, chooses rather to send his Characters off in this sullen and doleful manner: In which admirable Conduct he is imitated by the Author of the justly celebrated Eurydice . Dr. Young seems to point at this Violence of Passion;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Passion choaks\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Their Words, and they're the Statues of Despair .\n \n And Seneca tells us, Curaeleves Loquuntur, ingentes stupent . The Story of the Egyptian King in Herodotus is too well known to need to be inserted; I refer the more curious Reader to the excellent Montagne , who hath written an Essay on this Subject.\n \n 85 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 To part is Death --\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- 'Tis Death to part.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Ah.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Oh. \u00a0\u00a0(Don Carlos.)\n \n 86 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Nor know I whether,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What am I, who or where, \u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.) \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I was I know not what, and am I know not how. \u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 87 To understand sufficiently the Beauty of this Passage, it will be necessary that we comprehend every Man to contain two Selfs. I shall not attempt to prove this from Philosophy, which the Poets make so plainly evident.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0One runs away from the other;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Let me demand your Majesty,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Why fly you from your self? \u00a0\u00a0(Duke of Guise.)\n \n In a 2d. One Self is a Guardian to the other;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Leave me the Care of me .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n Again,\u00a0\u00a0 My self am to my self less near .\u00a0\u00a0(Ibid.)\n \n In the same, the first Self is proud of the second;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I my self am proud of me .\u00a0\u00a0(State of Innocence.)\n \n In a 3d. Distrustful of him;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fain I would tell, but whisper it in mine Ear,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That none besides might hear, nay not my self .\u00a0\u00a0(Earl of Essex.)\n \n In a 4th. Honours him;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I honour Rome,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But honour too my self .\u00a0\u00a0(Sophonisba.)\n \n In a 5th. At Variance with him;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Leave me not thus at Variance with my self .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n Again, in a 6th.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I find my self divided from my self. \u00a0\u00a0(Medea.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She seemed the sad Effigies of her self. \u00a0\u00a0(Albion Queens.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Assist me, Zulema, if thou would'st be\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Friend thou seemest, assist me against me .\n \n From all which it appears, that there are two Selfs; and therefore Tom Thumb's losing himself is no such Solecism as it hath been represented by Men, rather ambitious of Criticizing, than qualify'd to Criticize.\n \n 88 Mr. F----- imagines this Parson to have been a Welsh one from his Simile.\n \n 89 Our Author hath been plunder'd here according to Custom;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Great Nature break thy Chain that links together,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Fabrick of the World and make a Chaos,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Like that within my Soul .\u00a0\u00a0(Love Triumphant.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Startle Nature, unfix the Globe,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And hurl it from its Axle-tree and Hinges.\u00a0\u00a0(Albion Queens.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The tott'ring Earth seems sliding off its Props. \n \n 90 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0D------n your delay, ye Torturers proceed,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I will not hear one Word but Almahide.\u00a0\u00a0(Conq. of Granada.)\n \n 91 Mr. Dryden hath imitated this in All for Love .\n \n 92 This Miltonick Stile abounds in the New Sophonisba .\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- And on her ample Brow\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Sat Majesty .\n \n 93 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Your ev'ry Answer, still so ends in that,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You force me still to answer you Morat.\u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n 94\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Morat, Morat, Morat, You love the Name .\u00a0\u00a0(Aurengzebe.)\n \n 95 Here is a Sentiment for the Virtuous Huncamunca (says Mr. D------s ) and yet with the leave of this great Man, the Virtuous Panthea in Cyrus , hath an Heart every whit as Ample;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For two I must confess are Gods to me,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Which is my Abradatus first, and thee. \u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n Nor is the Lady in Love Triumphant more reserv'd, tho' not so intelligible;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- I am so divided,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That I grieve most for both, and love both most. \n \n 96 A ridiculous Supposition to any one, who considers the great and extensive Largeness of Hell, says a Commentator: But not so to those who consider the great Expansion of immaterial Substance. Mr. Banks makes one Soul to be so expanded that Heaven could not contain it;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Heavens are all too narrow for her Soul .\u00a0\u00a0(Virtue Betray'd.)\n \n The Persian Princess hath a Passage not unlike the Author of this;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We will send such Shoals of murther'd Slaves,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Shall glut Hell's empty Regions .\n \n This threatens to fill Hell even tho' it were empty; Lord Grizzle only to fill up the Chinks, supposing the rest already full.\n \n 97 Mr. Addisoin is generally thought to have had this Simile in his Eye, when he wrote that beautiful one at the end of the third Act of his Cato .\n \n 98 This beautiful simile is founded on a Proverb, which does Honour to the English Language;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Between two Stools the Breech falls to the Ground. \n \n I am not so pleased with any written Remains of the Ancients, as with those little Aphorisms, which verbal Tradition hath delivered down to us, under the Title of Proverbs. It were to be wished that instead of filling their Pages with the fabulous Theology of the Pagans, our modern Poets would think it worth their while to enrich their Works with the Proverbial Sayings of their Ancestors. Mr. Dryden hath chronicl'd one in Heroick;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Two ifs scarce make one Possibility .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n My Lord Bacon is of Opinion, that whatever is known of Arts and Sciences might be proved to have lurked in the Proverbs of Solomon . I am of the same Opinion in relation to those abovemention'd: At least I am confident that a more perfect System of Ethicks, as well as Oeconomy, might be compiled out of them, than is at present extant, either in the Works of the Antient Philosophers, or those more valuable, as more voluminous, ones of the modern Divines.\n \n 99 Of all the Particulars in which the modern Stage falls short of the ancient, there is none so much to be lamented, as the great Scarcity of Ghosts in the latter. Whence this proceeds, I will not presume to determine. Some are of opinion, that the Moderns are unequal to that sublime Language which a Ghost ought to speak. One says ludicrously, That Ghosts are out of Fashion; another, That they are properer for Comedy; forgetting, I suppose, that Aristotle hath told us, That a Ghost is the Soul of Tragedy; for so I render the which M. Dacier , amongst others, hath mistaken; I suppose mis-led, by not understanding the Fabula of the Latins , which signifies a Ghost as well as a Fable . \n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- Te premet nox, fabulaeque Manes \u00a0\u00a0(Hor.)\n \n Of all the Ghosts that have ever appeared on the Stage, a very learned and judicious foreign Critick, gives the Preference to this of our Author. These are his Words, speaking of this Tragedy;\n \n -- Nec quidquam in ill\u00e2 admirabilius quam Phasma quoddam horrendum, quod omnibus aliis Spectris, quibuscum scatet Anglorum Tragaedia, long\u00e8 (pace D ------ isii V. Doctiss. dixerim) praetulerim. \n \n 100 We have already given Instances of this Figure.\n \n 101 Almanzor reasons in the same manner;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- A Ghost I'll be,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And from a Ghost, you know, no Place is free. \u00a0\u00a0(Conq. of Granada.)\n \n 102 The Man who writ this wretched Pun (says (Mr. D. ) would have picked your Pocket: Which he proceeds to shew, not only bad in it self, but doubly so on so solemn an Occasion. And yet in that excellent Play of Liberty Asserted , we find something very much resembling a Pun in the Mouth of a Mistress, who is parting with the Lover she is fond of;\n \n Ul. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Oh, mortal Woe! one Kiss, and then farewel. \n Irene. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Gods have given to others to fare well.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 O miserably must Irene fare.\n \n Agamemnon , in the Victim , is full as facetious on the most solemn Occasion, that of Sacrificing his Daughter;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, Daughter, yes; you will assist the Priest;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Yes, you must offer up your -- Vows for Greece.\n \n 103 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0I'll pull thee backwards by thy Shrowd to Light,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or else, I'll squeeze thee, like a Bladder, there,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And make thee groan thy self away to Air. \u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Snatch me, ye Gods, this Moment into Nothing. \u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n 104 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 So, art thou gone? Thou canst no Conquest boast,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I thought what was the Courage of a Ghost .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n King Arthur seems to be as brave a Fellow as Almanzor , who says most heroically,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- In spight of Ghosts, I'll on. \n \n 105 The Ghost of Lausaria in Cyrus is a plain Copy of this, and is therefore worth reading.\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Ah , Cyrus!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Thou may'st as well grasp Water, or fleet Air,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As think of touching my immortal Shade. \u00a0\u00a0(Cyrus the Great.)\n \n 106 \u00a0 Thou better Part of heavenly Air. \u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n 107 A String of Similies (says one) proper to be hung up in the Cabinet of a Prince .\n \n 108 This Passage hath been understood several different Ways by the Commentators. For my part, I find it difficult to understand it at all. Mr. Dryden says,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I have heard something how two Bodies meet,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 But how two Souls join, I know not. \n \n So that 'till the Body of a Spirit be better understood, it will be difficult to understand how it is possible to run him through it.\n \n 109 Cydaria is of the same fearful Temper with Dollallolla ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I never durst in Darkness be alone. \u00a0\u00a0(Ind. Emp.)\n \n 110 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 Think well of this, think that, think every way. \u00a0\u00a0(Sophonisba.)\n \n 111 These Quotations are more usual in the Comick, than in the Tragick Writers.\n \n 112 This Distress (says Mr. D------ ) I must allow to be extremely beautiful, and tends to heighten the virtuous Character of Dollallolla, who is so exceeding delicate, that she is in the highest Apprehension from the inanimate Embrace of a Bolster. An Example worthy of Imitation from all our Writers of Tragedy .\n \n 113 Credat Judaeus Apelles.\n Non ego -- (Says Mr. D. ) -- For, passing over the Absurdity of being equal to Odds, can we possibly suppose a little insignificant Fellow - I say again, a little insignificant Fellow able to vie with a Strength which all the Sampsons and Hercules's of Antiquity would be unable to encounter. \n \n I shall refer this incredulous Critick to Mr. Dryden's Defence of his Almanzor ; and lest that should not satisfy him, I shall quote a few Lines from the Speech of a much braver Fellow than Almanzor , Mr. Johnson's Achilles;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Tho' Human Race rise in embattel'd Hosts,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To force her from my Arms -- Oh! Son of Atreus!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By that immortal Pow'r, whose deathless Spirit\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Informs this Earth, I will oppose them all.\u00a0\u00a0(Victim.)\n \n 114 I have heard of being supported by a Staff (says Mr. D. ) but never of being supported by an Helmet . I believe he never heard of Sailing with Wings, which he may read in no less a Poet than Mr. Dryden ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Unless we borrow Wings, and sail thro' Air. \u00a0\u00a0(Love Triumphant.)\n \n What will he say to a kneeling Valley?\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- I'll stand\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Like a safe Valley, that low bends the Knee,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To some aspiring Mountain. \u00a0\u00a0(Injur'd Love.)\n \n I am asham'd of so ignorant a Carper, who doth not know that an Epithet in Tragedy is very often no other than an Expletive. Do not we read in the New Sophonisba of grinding Chains, blue Plagues, white Occasions , and blue Serenity ? Nay, 'tis not the Adjective only, but sometimes half a Sentence is put by way of Expletive, as, Beauty pointed high with Spirit , in the same Play -- and, In the Lap of Blessing, to be most curst , in the Revenge.\n \n 115 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 A Victory like that of Almanzor .\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Almanzor is victorious without Fight .\u00a0\u00a0(Conq. of Granada.)\n \n 116 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Well have we chose an happy Day for Fight,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 For every Man in course of Time has found,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Some Days are lucky, some unfortunate .\u00a0\u00a0(K. Arthur.)\n \n 117 We read of such another in Lee;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Teach his rude Wit a Flight she never made,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And sent her Post to the Elysian Shade. \u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 118 These Lines are copied Verbatim in the Indian Emperor .\n \n 119 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Unborn Thunder rolling in a Cloud. \u00a0\u00a0(Conq. of Gran.)\n \n 120 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Were Heaven and Earth in wild Confusion hurl'd,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0Should the rash Gods unhinge the rolling World,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Undaunted, would I tread the tott'ring Ball,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Crush'd, but unconquer'd, in the dreadful Fall. \u00a0\u00a0(Female Warrior.)\n \n 121 See the History of Tom Thumb , pag. 2.\n \n 122 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 -- Amazement swallows up my Sense,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And in th' impetuous Whirl of circling Fate,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Drinks down my Reason.\u00a0\u00a0(Pers. Princess.)\n \n 123 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 -- I have outfaced my self,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What! am I two? Is there another Me? \u00a0\u00a0(K. Arthur.)\n \n 124 The Character of Merlin is wonderful throughout, but most so in this Prophetick Part. We find several of these Prophecies in the Tragick Authors, who frequently take this Opportunity to pay a Compliment to their Country, and sometimes to their Prince. None but our Author (who seems to have detested the least Appearance of Flattery) would have past by such an Opportunity of being a Political Prophet.\n \n 125 \u00a0\u00a0 I saw the Villain, Myron, with these Eyes I saw him .\u00a0\u00a0(Busiris.)\n \n In both which Places it is intimated, that it is sometimes possible to see with other Eyes than your own.\n \n 126 This Mustard (says Mr. D. ) is enough to turn one's Stomach: I would be glad to know what Idea the Author had in his Head when he wrote it . This will be, I believe, best explained by a Line of Mr. Dennis ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And gave him Liberty, the Salt of Life .\u00a0\u00a0(Liberty asserted.)\n \n The Understanding that can digest the one, will not rise at the other.\n \n 127 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Han. Are you the Chief, whom Men fam'd Scipio call? \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Scip. Are you the much more famous Hannibal?\u00a0\u00a0(Hannib.)\n \n 128 Dr. Young seems to have copied this Engagement in his Busiris :\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Myr. Villain! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mem. Myron!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Myr. Rebel! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mem. Myron!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Myr. Hell! \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mem. Mandane\n \n 129 This last Speech of my Lord Grizzle , hath been of great Service to our Poets;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -- I'll hold it fast\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As Life, and when Life's gone, I'll hold this last;\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And if thou tak'st it from me when I'm slain,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I'll send my Ghost, and fetch it back again .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n 130 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0My Soul should with such Speed obey,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It should not bait at Heaven to stop its way .\n \n Lee seems to have had this last in his Eye;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 'Twas not my Purpose, Sir, to tarry there,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I would but go to Heaven to take the Air .\u00a0\u00a0(Gloriana.)\n \n 131 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0A rising Vapour rumbling in my Brains .\u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n 132 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 Some kind Spright knocks softly at my Soul,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 To tell me Fate's at Hand .\n \n 133 Mr. Dryden seems to have had this Simile in his Eye, when he says,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 My Soul is packing up, and just on Wing .\u00a0\u00a0(Conquest of Granada.)\n \n 134 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 And in a purple Vomit pour'd his Soul. \u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n 135 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0The Devil swallows vulgar Souls\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Like whipp'd Cream .\u00a0\u00a0(Sebastian.)\n \n 136 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0How I could curse my Name of Ptolemy!\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It is so long, it asks an Hour to write it.\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 By Heav'n! I'll change it into Jove, or Mars,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Or any other civil Monosyllable,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 That will not tire my Hand .\u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n 137 Here is a visible Conjunction of two Days in one, by which our Author may have either intended an Emblem of a Wedding; or to insinuate, that Men in the Honey-Moon are apt to imagine time shorter than it is. It brings into my Mind a Passage in the Comedy call'd the Coffee-House Politician ;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We will celebrate this Day at my House To-morrow .\n \n 138 These beautiful Phrases are all to be found in one single Speech of King Arthur , or The British Worthy .\n \n 139 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 I was but teaching him to grace his Tale\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 With decent Horror .\u00a0\u00a0(Cleomenes.)\n \n 140 We may say with Dryden,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Death did at length so many Slain forget,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And left the Tale, and took them by the Great .\n \n I know of no Tragedy which comes nearer to this charming and bloody Catastrophe, than Cleomenes , where the Curtain covers five principal Characters dead on the Stage. These Lines too,\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 I ask no Questions then, of Who kill'd Who?\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Bodies tell the Story as they lie. \n \n seem to have belonged more properly to this Scene of our Author. -- Nor can I help imagining they were originally his. The Rival Ladies too seem beholden to this Scene;\n \n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 We're now a Chain of Lovers link'd in Death,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Julia goes first , Gonsalvo hangs on her,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 And Angelina hangs upon Gonsalvo,\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 As I on Angelina.\n \n No Scene, I believe, ever received greater Honours than this. It was applauded by several Encores , a Word very unusual in Tragedy -- And it was very difficult for the Actors to escape without a second Slaughter. This I take to be a lively Assurance of that fierce Spirit of Liberty which remains among us, and which Mr. Dryden in his Essay on Dramatick Poetry hath observed -- Whether Custom (says he) hath so insinuated it self into our Countrymen, or Nature hath so formed them to Fierceness, I know not, but they will scarcely suffer Combats, and other Objects of Horror, to be taken from them . -- And indeed I am for having them encouraged in this Martial Disposition: Nor do I believe our Victories over the French have been owing to any thing more than to those bloody Spectacles daily exhibited in our Tragedies, of which the French Stage is so entirely clear.","title":"Arthurian Miscellany: The Tragedy of Tragedies, by Henry Fielding [1731]","type":"page"}