His Youth did promife much, and his ripe Age Vol. I. pag. 5. A Youth gazing on every Limb of the victorious Chief, then begging his Sword, feeling its Edge, and poifing it in his Arm, are Attitudes nobly expreffive of the inward Ardor and Ecftacy of Soul: But what is moft obfervable is, By this beautiful Paufe or Break, the Action and Picture continue in View, and the Poet, like Homer, is eloquent in Silence. It is a Species of Beauty that fhews an Intimacy with that Father of Poetry, in, whom it occurs extremely often*. Milton has an exceeding fine one in the Description of his LazarHouse. Despair 'Tended the Sick, bufieft from Couch to Couch, And over them triumphant Death his Dart Shook,-but delay'd to ftrike, &c. Paradife loft, Book II. lin. 492. As Shakespear did not study Verfification so much as those Poets who were converfant in Homer and Virgil, I don't remember in him any striking Inftance of this Species of Beauty. But he even wanted it not, his Sentiments are fo amazingly striking, that they pierce the Heart at once; and Diction and Numbers, which are the Beauty and Nerves adorning and invigorating the Thoughts of other Poets, to * See two noble Inftances at 7. 141. of the 13th Book of the Iliad, and in the Application of the fame Simile a few Lines below. VOL. I. b him him are but like the Bodies of Angels, azure Vehicles, thro' which the whole Soul fhines tranfparent. Of this take the following Inftance. The old Belarius in Cymbeline is describing the in-born Royalty of the two Princes whom he had bred up as Peasants in his Cave. This Paladour, (whom The King his Father call'd Guiderius) Jove! That acts my Words. Cymbeline, A& III. Scene 3. Much the fame Difference as between these two Paffages occurs likewife in the following Pictures of Rural Melancholy, the firft of Innocence forlorn, the fecond of Philofophic Tenderness. I have a Boy Sent by the Gods I hope to this Intent, Not yet feen in the Court. Hunting the Buck Stuck Stuck in that myftic Order that the Rareness Dwell in his Face, I ask'd him all his Story; That could be wifh'd, so that methought I could Jaques in As you like it is Moralizing upon the Fate of the Deer goared by the Hunters in their native Confines. The melancholy Jaques grieves at that, To Day my Lord of Amiens and myself b 2 Did Did come to languish; and indeed, My Lord, Duke. But what faid Jaques? 'Tis just the Fashion. &c. Shakespear is certainly much preferable, but 'tis only as a Raphael is preferable to a Guido-Philafter alone would afford Numbers of Paffages fimilar to fome of Shakespear's, upon which the fame Obfervation will hold true, they are not equal to his very beft Manner, but they approach near it. As I have mentioned Jonson being in Poetic Energy about about the fame Distance below our Authors, as Shakespear is above them. I fhall quote three Paffages which feem to me in this very Scale. Jonfon tranflates verbatim from Saluft great part of Catiline's Speech to his Soldiers, but adds in the Clofe: Methinks, I fee Death and the Furies waiting Catiline, A&t V. Jonson has here added greatly to the Ferocity, Terror and Despair of Catiline's Speech, but it is confonant to his Character both in his Life and Death. The Image in the three firft Lines is extremely noble, and may be faid to emulate tho' not quite to reach the poetic Exftacy of the following Paffage in Bonduca. Suetonius the Roman General having his fmall Army hem'd round by Multitudes, tells his Soldiers that the Number of the Foes, Is but to flick more Honour on your Actions, you Tie never-dying Time and Fortune conftant. The Gods of Rome fight for ye; loud Fame calls ye |