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And crop-full out of -doors he flings,
Ere the first cock his matin rings.
Thus done the tales, to bed they creep,
By whisp'ring winds foon lull'd alleep.
Towred cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men,
Where throngs of knights and barons bold
In weeds of peace high triumphs hold,
With store of ladies, whose bright eyes
Rain influence, and judge the prize
Of wit, or arms, while both contend
To win her


whom all commend. There let Hymen oft appear In saffron robe, with taper clear,

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119. Where throngs of knights and by this, that Milton's favorite dra

barons bold &c] It may per- matic entertainments were Johnhaps be objected that this is a little son's Comedies, and Shakespear's unnatural, since tilts and tornea- Plays : and in a few words he ments were disus’d, when Milton touches the distinguishing characwrote this poem : But when one teristics of these two famous poets, confiders how short a time they the art of Johnson and nature of had been laid aside, and what a Shakespear, the learning of the considerable figure these make in one and the genius of the other : Milton's favorite authors, his in- and there is this farther propriety troducing them here is easily ac- in his praising of Shakespear, that counted for, and I think as easily while he commends, he imitates to be excus'a. Thyer.

him. Love's Labor's lost, Act i. 132. If yohnson's &c ] We see Sc. 1.


And pomp, and feast, and revelry,
With mask, and antique pageantry,
Such fights as youthful poets dream
On summer eves by haunted stream.
Then to the well-trod stage anon,
If Johnson's learned sock be on,
Or sweetest Shakespear, fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.
And ever against eating cares,
Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Marțied to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting foul may pierce
In notes, with

many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out,




This cbild of fancy, that Armado charming passage, but in every hight.

other where he has occasion to de

scribe the power of music, which 135. And ever against eating cares, shows how fond he was of it, and

Lap me in foft Lydian airs, &c.] finely exemplifies Horace's maxim, So also in the Mak fpeaking of

Verbaque provisam rem non inCirce and the Sirens,

vita fequentur. Thyer. Who as they sung, would take The Lydian music was very soft the prison'd soul,

and sweet, and according to Car And läp it in Elysium

fiodorus (Varior. lib. 2. ep. 40. ad It

may be observ'd that Milton's Boethium) contra nimias curas,aniimagination glows with a particu- mæque tædia reperta, remisione lar brightness "not only in this reparabat et oblectatione animos


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With wanton heed, and giddy cunning,
The melting voice through mazes running,
Untwisting all the chains that ty
The hidden foul of harmony;
That Orpheus self may

heave his head
From golden slumber on a bed
Of heapt Elysian flow'rs, and hear
Such strains as would have won the ear
Of Pluto, to have quite fet free
His half regain’d Eurydice.

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156 These

corroborabat. And fo Dryden length in the notes upon the third in his excellent Ode on St. Cecilia's Act of the Merry Wives of Wind. day.

for in Mr. Warburton's edition. Softly sweet, in Lydiar measures, Soon he footh'd his soul to plea- melancholy man; and Mr. Thyer

* Il Penferoso is the thoughtful fures.

concurred with me in observing 151. These delights if thou cans that this poem both in its model give,

and principal circumstances is taken Mirth, with thee I mean to live.] from a long in praise of melanThe concluding turn of this and choly in Fletcher's Comedy called the following poem is borrow'd The Nice Valor or Paffonate Madfrom the conclusion of two beau- man. The reader will not be diftiful little pieces of Shakespear, pleas'd to see it here, as it is well intitled The Passionate Shepherd worth transcribing. to his Love, and the Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd;

Hence all you vain delights, If these delights thy mind may

As short as are the nights

Wherein you spend your move, Then live with me, and be my

folly; love.

There's nought in this life

sweet, These two poems are printed at


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C. Grignion fculp.

F. Hayman


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