he who had loft himself, could find a miftrefs. And for the fame reafon, the fol lowing paffage in Corneille has been generally condemned : Chimene. Mon pere eft mort, Elvire, et la miére épée Dont s'eft armé Rodrigue à fa trame coupée. pre. Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez-vous en eau, La moitié de ma vie a mis l'autre au tombeau, Cid, alt 3. fc. 3. To die is to be banish'd from myself : Two Gentlemen of Verona, act 3. Sc. 3. Countess. I pray thee, Lady, have a better cheer: If thou ingroffest all the griefs as thine, Thou robb'ft me of a moiety. All's well that ends well, act 3. Sc. 3. K. Henry. O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows! When that my care could not with-hold thy riots, What What wilt thou do when riot is thy care? Second part, Henry IV. at 4. fc. 11. Cruda Amarilli, che col nome ancora Paftor Fido, at 1. sc, 2. Antony, fpeaking of Julius Cæfar: O world! thou waft the forest of this hart; Julius Cæfar, at 3. fc. 3. Playing thus with the found of words, which is still worse than a pun, is the meanest of all conceits. But Shakespear, when he defcends to a play of words, is not always in the wrong; for it is done fometimes to denote a peculiar character; as is the following paffage. King Philip. What say'st thou, boy? look in the lady's face. Lewis. I do, my Lord, and in her eye I find A wonder, or a wond'rous miracle; The fhadow of myself form'd in her eye; Which being but the fhadow of your fon, Till now infixed I beheld myself eye. Faulconbridge. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye! Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow! That hang'd, and drawn, and quarter'd, there fhould be, In fuch a love fo vile a lout as he. King John, alt. 2. Sc. 5. A jingle of words is the lowest fpecies of this low wit; which is fcarce sufferable in any cafe, and leaft of all in an heroic poem. And yet Milton in fome instances has defcended to this puerility: And brought into the world a world of wo, Befeeching or befieging Which tempted our attempt At one flight bound high overleap'd all bound. With a fhout Loud as from numbers without number. One One should think it unneceffary to enter a caveat against an expreffion that has no meaning, or no diftinct meaning; and yet fomewhat of this kind may be found even among good writers. These make a fixth clafs. Sebaftian. I beg no pity for this mould'ring clay. If burnt and scatter'd in the air; the winds And spread me o'er your clime; for where one a tom Of mine fhall light, know there Sebastian reigns. Dryden, Don Sebaftian King of Portugal, at 1. Cleopatra. Now, what news my Charmion? If fhe be coy, and scorn And make a mistress of my own defire. Cowley, poem infcribed, The Requeft. His whole poem, infcribed, My Picture, is a jargon of the fame kind : 'Tis he, they cry, by whom Not men, but war itself is overcome. Indian Queen. Such empty expreffions are finely ridiculed in the Rehearsal: Was❜t not unjust to ravish hence her breath, A&t 4. fc. I. VOL. II. G g CHA P. |