The Reader takes in the Infection all along in Reading as _Adam_ does in seeing, and imagines at the End of the Description the Pleasure of _Adam_'s Imagination. Is there not Delicacy in these Verses of Mr. _Wallers_ upon a Lady's _Girdle_, which leave the Reader much more to be imagin'd than is exprest. _No Monarch but would give his Crown, His Arms might do what this has done. My Joy, my Grief, my Hope, my Love, Did all within this Circle move; A narrow Compass, and yet there Dwells all that's good, and all that's fair. Give me but what this Ribbon bound, Take all the Rest the Sun goes round._ Father _Bouhours_, in his _Maniere de bien penser_, besides these several Kinds of Thoughts, has the _true_, the _beautiful_, the _soft_, the _natural_, the _simple_, the _gay_, and many more, which has spun the Subject so very fine, that it will not endure handling but by very tender Fingers. True Thoughts and false Thoughts are often confounded, especially, if there's any Point, Glittering or Glaring in the Latter. Something like distinguishing the one from the other is attempted in the _Guardian_, Nº 110. But I cannot help thinking that it does not deserve the Recommendation with which it is introduced in that Paper. We are told, the Remarks are very curious and just, and must of Consequence conclude, the Applause which the Author sinks, because 'twas in favour of himself, was so too. A very pretty Way of returning a Compliment which he could not accept of without Offence to his Modesty; but, I humbly conceive, the Remarks are not very curious, if they are just; the same having been made a Hundred times before the publishing of them in the critical Letter; and whoever would be at the Trouble of taking _Dryden_ and _Lee_'s Tragedies to pieces, would find enough of the like Curiosities. The first is, _Lee_ makes one of his Persons a _Cartesian_ Philosopher, 2 or 3000 Years before _Descartes_ was born: Why did not the Critick remember this too in the same Tragedy _Oedipus_? --------_As oft I have at_ Athens _seen, The Stage arise, and the big Clouds descend._ Several Hundred Years before there was such a Thing heard of as a Stage at _Athens_.