for ceits. But Shakespear, when he defcends to a play of words, is not always in the wrong; it is done fometimes to denote a peculiar character, as in the following paffage: K. Philip. What fay'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 myfelf form'd in her eye; Till now infixed I beheld myfelf Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye. Faulconbridge. Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her 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, act 2. fc. 5. A jingle of words is the loweft fpecies of that low wit; which is fcarce fufferable in any cafe, and leaft of all in an heroic poem: and yet Milton, in fome inftances, has defcended to that puerility: And brought into the world a world of wo. begirt th' Almighty throne Befeeching Befeeching or besieging Which tempted our attempt At one flight bound high overleap'd all bound. Loud as from numbers without number. One should think it unneceffary to enter a caveat against an expression that has no meaning, or no distinct meaning; and yet fomewhat of that kind may be found even among good wriSuch make a fixth class.: ters. Sebaftian. I beg no pity for this mould'ring clay For if you give it burial, there it takes Poffeffion of your earth: If burnt and scatter'd in the air; the winds And spread me o'er your clime; for where one atom Cleopatra. Now, what news, my Charmion? Or am I dead? for when he gave his anfwer, Dryden, All for Love, alt 24 If she be coy, and scorn my noble fire, If her chill heart I cannot move; And make a mistress of my own defire. Cowly, poem infcribed, The Request. His 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, And in life's stead to leave us nought but death. |