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Gallo, cujus amer tantum mihi crescit in horas,
Quantum vere novo viridis fe fubjicit alnus.

Bucol. x. 37

Nor Taffo, in his Aminta :

Picciola e' l'ape, e fa col picciol morso
Pur gravi, e pur moleste le ferite ;
Ma, qual cosa é più picciola d'amore,
Se in ogni breve spatio entra, e s' afconde
In ogni breve fpatio ? hor, fotto a l'ombra
De le palpebre, hor trà minuti rivi
D'un biondo crine, hor dentro le pozzette
Che forma un dolce riso in bella guancia ;
E pur fa tanto grandi, e fi mortali,
E cosi immedicabili le piaghe.

Aa 2. f. I. Nor Boileau, the chastest of all writers; and that even in his art of poetry :

Ainsi tel autrefois, qu'on vit avec Faret
Charbonner de ses vers les murs d'un cabaret,
S'en va mal à propos d'une voix insolente,
Chanter du peuple Hébreu la fuite triomphante,
Et poursuivant Moise au travers des déserts,
Court avec Pharaon se noyer dans les mers.

Chant. 1. l. 21.

Mais allons voir le Vrai jusqu'en fa source même.
Un dévot aux yeux creux, et d'abstinence blême,
S'il n'a point le coeur juste, eft affreux devant Dieu.
L'Evangile au Chrêtien ne dit, en aucun lieu,
Sois devot : elle dit, Sois doux, fimple, equitable :
Car d'un devot souvent au Chrétien veritable
La distance est deux fois plus longue, à mon avis,
Que du Pôle Antarctique au Détroit de Davis.

Boileau, Satire 11.

But for their spirits and souls
This word rebellion had froze them up
As fish are in a pond.
Second part, Henry IV. all 1. sc. 3.


Queen. The pretty vaulting sea refus'd to drown me. Knowing, that thou wou'dst have me drown’d on shore, With tears as salt as sea, through thy unkindness.

Second part, Henry VI. act 3. sc. 6.

Here there is no manner of resemblance but in the word drown ; for there is no real resemblance be. tween being drown'd at sea, and dying of grief at land. But perhaps this sort of tinsel wit


have a propriety in it, when used to express an affected, not a real passion, which was the Queen's case.

Pope has several fimiles of the same stamp. I shall transcribe one or two from the Elay on Man, the gravest and most instructive of all his perform

ances :

And hence one master passion in the breast,
Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

Epift. 2. 1. 131.

And again, talking of this same ruling or master passion :

Nature its mother, Habit is its nurse :
Wit, fpirit, faculties, but make it worse ;
Reason itself but gives it edge and power ;
As heav'n's bless'd beam turns vinegar more four.

Ibid, l. 145.

Lord Bolingbroke, speaking of historians :

Where their fincerity as to fact is doubtful, we strike out truth by the confrontation of different accounts ; as we Atrike out sparks of fire by the collision of flints and steel.

Let us vary the phrase a very little, and there will not remain a shadow of resemblance. Thus,


We discover truth by the confrontation of different ac. counts; as we strike out sparks of fire by the colliủon of fiints and itcel.

Racine makes Pyrrhus say to Andromaque,

Vaincu, chargé de fers, de regrets consumé,
Brulé de plus de feux que je n'en allumai,
Helas ! fus-je jamais fi cruel que vous l'êtes ?

And Orestes in the fame strain :

Que les Scythes sont moins cruel qu'Hermoine.

Similes of this kind put one in mind of a ludicrous French fong :

Je croyois Janneton
Aufli douce que belle :
Je croyois Janneton
Plus douce qu'un mouton ;

Helas ! helas!
Elle est cent fois, mille fois, plus cruelle
Que n'est le tigre aux bois.

Again :

Helas ! l'amour m'a pris,
Comme le chat fait la souris.

A vulgar Irish ballad begins thus :

I have as much love in store

As there's apples in Portmore. Where the subject is burlesque or ludicrous, such similes are far from being improper. Horace says pleasantly, Quanquam tu levior cortice.

L. 3. ode 0.


· And Shakespear,

In breaking oaths he's stronger than Hercules. And this leads me to observe, that beside the foregoing comparisons, which are all serious, there is a fpecies, the end and purpose of which is to excite gaiety or mirth. Take the following examples : Falstaff, speaking to his

page : I do here walk before thee, like a low that hath overwhelmed all her litter but one.

Second part, Henry IV. af 1. sc. 4. I think he is not a pick-purse, nor a horse-stealer ; but for his verity in love, I do think hiin as concave as a cover'd goblet, or a worm-eaten nut.

As you like it, aft 3. fc. 10.
This sword a dagger had his page,
That was but little for his age ;
And therefore waited on him so,
As dwarfs upon knights-errant do.

Hudibras, canto 1. Description of Hudibras's horse :

He was well stay'd, and in his gait
Preserv’d a grave, majestic state.
At spur or switch no more he skipt,
Or mended pace, than Spaniard whipt :
And yet so fiery, he would bound
As if he griev'd to touch the ground:
That Cæfar's horse, who, as fame goes,
Had corns upon his feet and toes,
Was not by half fo tender hooft,
Nor trod upon the ground fo foft.
And as that beast would kneel and stoop,
(Some write to take his rider up ;


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So Hudibras his ('tis well known)
Would often do to set him down.

Canto I.

Honour is, like a widow won
With brisk attempt and putting on,
With entering manfully, and urging ;
Not flow approaches, like a virgin.

Canto I.

The fun had long since in the lap
Of Thetis taken out his nap;
And, like a lobster boil'd, the morn
From black to red began to turn.

Part 2. canto 2.

Books, like men their authors, have but one way of coming into the world ; but there are ten thoufand to go out of it, and return no more.

Tale of a Tub.

And in this the world may perceive the difference between the integrity of a generous author, and that of a common friend. The latter is observed to adhere close in prosperity ; but on the decline of fortune, to drop suddenly off : whereas the generous author, just on the contrary, finds his hero on the dunghill, from thence by gradual steps raises him to a throne, and then immediately withdraws, expecting not so much as thanks for his pains.

Tale of a Tub.

The most accomplish'd way of using books at present is, to serve them as fome do lords, learn their titles, and then brag of their acquaintance.

Tale of a Tub.
Byx'd in a chair, the beau impatient fits,
While spouts run clatı’ring o'er the roof by fits ;
And ever and anon with frightful din
The leather founds; he trembles from within.
So when troy chairmen bore the wooden steed,
Pregnant with Greeks, impatient to be freed,


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