Yea, the destinies agree, Some good judgments blind should be, Which beholdeth her, should there All, o'ercome by those perfections, She for lovers should not rest. The other is, where he has been comparing her beauties to gold, and stars, and the most excellent things in nature; and, fearing to be accused of hyperbole, the common charge against poets, vindicates himself by boldly taking upon him, that these comparisons are no hyperboles; but that the best things in nature do, in a lover's eye, fall short of those excellencies which he adores in her. What pearls, what rubies can Seem so lovely fair to man, Stars indeed fair creatures be; To the measure in which these lines are written, the wits of Queen Anne's days contemptuously gave the name of Namby Pamby, in ridicule of Ambrose Philips, who has used it in some instances, as in the lines on Cuzzoni, to my feeling at least, very deliciously; but Wither, whose darling measure it seems to have been, may shew, that in skilful hands it is capable of expressing the subtilest movements of passion. So true it is, which Drayton seems to have felt, that it is the poet who modifies the metre, not the metre the poet; in his own words, that It's possible to climb; To kindle, or to stake; Altho' in Skelton's rhime.* * A long line is a line we are long repeating. In the Shepherds's Hunting take the following If thy verse doth bravely tower, Then she rests with fame at last. what longer measure can go beyond the majesty of this! what Alexandrine is half so long in pronouncing, or expresses labor slowly but strongly surmounting difficulty with the life with which it is done in the second of these lines? or what metre could go beyond these, from Philarete Her true beauty leaves behind Of more sweetness, than all art |