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Imagery and figurative expression, are discordant, in the highest degree, with the agony of a mother, who is deprived of two hopeful fons by a brutal murder. Therefore the following paffage is undoubtedly in a bad taste.

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Queen. Ah, my poor princes ! ah, my tender babes! My unblown flow'rs, new appearing sweets ! If yet your gentle souls fly in the air, And be not fixt in doom perpetual, Hover about me with your airy wings, And hear your mother's lamentation.

Richard III. at 4. fc. 4,

Again :

K. Philip. You are as fond of grief as of your child.

Constance. Grief fiils the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garment with his form; Then have I reason to be fond of grief..

King Jon, at 3. Jc. 6

A thought that turns upon the expression instead of the subject, commonly called a play of words, being low and childish, is unworthy of any composition, whether gay or serious, that pretends to any degree of elevation : thoughts of this kind make a fifth class.

In the Aminta of Tailo * the lover falls into

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a mere play of words, demanding how he who had lost himself, could find a mistress. And for the same reason, the following passage in Corneille has been generally condemned :

Chimene. Mon pere est mort, Elvire, et la premiére

épée
Dont s'eft armée Rodrigue à fa trame coupée.
Pleurez, pleurez, mes yeux, et fondez-vous en eau,
La moitié de ma vie a mis l'autre au tombeau,
Et m'oblige à venger, aprés ce coup funeste,
Celle que je n'ai plus, sur celle que me reste.

Cid, ait 3. sc. 31

To die is to be banish'd from myself :
And Sylvia is myself ; banish'd from her,
Is self from self; a deadly banishment !

Two Gentlemen of Verona, act 3. sc. 3.

Countess. I pray thee, Lady, have a better checr :
If thou ingroflest all the griefs as thine,
Thou robb'st me of a moiety.
All's well that ends well

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K. Henry. O my poor kingdom, fick with civil blows !
When that my care could not with-hold thy riots,
What wilt thou do when riot is thy care ?
O, thou wilt be a wilderness again,
Peopled with wolves, thy old inhabitants.

Second part, Henry IV. act 4. fo. 11.

Cruda Amarilli, che col nome ancora
D'amar, ahi laffo, amaramente insegni.

Pastor Fido, act 1. sc. 2.

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Antony, speaking of Julius Cæfar:

O world! thou wast the forest of this hart;
And this, indeed, world, the heart of thee.
How like a deer, striken by many princes,
Doit thou here lie !

Julius Cafar, act 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 descends to a play of words, is not always in the wrong; for it is done sometimes to denote a peculiar character, as in the following passage :

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 wondrous miracle ;
The shadow of myself form’d in her eye;
Which being but the shadow of your son,
Becomes a fun, and makes your fon a shadow.
I do protest, I never lov'd myself,
Till now infixed I beheld myself
Drawn in the flatt'ring table of her eye.

Faulconbridge. Drawn in the fart’ring table of her eye!
Hang'd in the frowning wrinkle of her brow!
And quarter'd in her heart ! he doth efpy
Himself Love's traitor : this is pity now,
That hang’d, and drawn, and quarter'd, there should be,
In such a love so vile a lout as he.

King John, act 2. fc. 5.

A jingle of words is the lowest species of this low wit; which is scarce sufferable in any cafe,

and and least of all in an heroic poem : and yet Milton in some instances has descended to this pueri, lity :

And brought into the world a world of wo.

Begirt th'almighty throne
Beseeching or besieging
Which tempted our attempt.-
At one slight bound high overleap'd all bound.

-With a shout
Loud as from numbers without number.

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One should think it unnecessary to enter a caveat against an expression that has no meaning, or no distinct meaning; and yet somewhat of this kind may be found even among good writers. Such make a sixth class.

Sebastian. I beg no pity for this mould'ring clay.
For if you give it burial, there it takes
Poffeflion of your earth :

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If burnt and scatter'd in the air; the winds
That strow my duft, diffuse my royalty,
And spread me o'er your clime; for where one atom,
Of mine shall light, know there Sebastian reigns.

Dryden, Don Sebastian King of Portugal, act 1.

Cleopatra. Now, what news, my Charmion?

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Will he be kind ? and will he not forsake me ?
Am I to live or die? nay, do I live ?
Or am I dead ? for when he gave his answer,
Fate took the word, and then I livid or dy'd.

Dryden, All for Love, act 2.

IF

If she be coy, and scorn my noble fire,

If her chill heart I cannot move;

Why, I'll enjoy the very love,
And make a mistress of my own desire.

Cowley, poem inscribed, The Request.

His whole poem, inscribed, My Picture, is a jargon of the same kind.

Tis he, they cry, by whom Not men, but war itself is overcome.

Indian Queen.

Such empty expressions 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.

A&t 4. f. 1.

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