[Footnote 134: This line Mr. Banks has plunder'd entire in his Anna Bullen.] [Footnote 135: "Good Heaven! the book of fate before me lay, But to tear out the journal of that day. Or, if the order of the world below Will not the gap of one whole day allow, Give me that minute when she made her vow."-- "Conquest of Granada." ] [Footnote 136: I know some of the commentators have imagined that Mr. Dryden, in the altercative scene between Cleopatra and Octavia, a scene which Mr. Addison inveighs against with great bitterness, is much beholden to our author. How just this their observation is I will not presume to determine.] [Footnote 137: "A cobbling poet indeed," says Mr. D.; and yet I believe we may find as monstrous images in the tragic authors. I'll put down one: "Untie your folded thoughts, and let them dangle loose as a bride's hair."--"Injured Love." Which line seems to have as much title to a milliner's shop as our author's to a shoemaker's.] [Footnote 138: Mr. L---- takes occasion in this place to commend the great care of our author to preserve the metre of blank verse, in which Shakespeare, Jonson, and Fletcher, were so notoriously negligent; and the moderns, in imitation of our author, so laudably observant: "Then does Your majesty believe that he can be A traitor?"--"Earl of Essex." Every page of Sophonisba gives us instances of this excellence.] [Footnote 139: "Love mounts and rolls about my stormy mind."--"Aurengzebe." "Tempests and whirlwinds thro' my bosom move."--"Cleom." ] [Footnote 140: "With such a furious tempest on his brow, As if the world's four winds were pent within His blustering carcase."--"Anna Bullen." ] [Footnote 141: Verba Tragica.] [Footnote 142: This speech has been terribly mauled by the poet.] [Footnote 143: "My life is worn to rags, Not worth a prince's wearing"--"Love Triumphant." ] [Footnote 144: "Must I beg the pity of my slave? Must a king beg? But love's a greater king, A tryant, nay, a devil, that possesses me. He tunes the organ of my voice and speaks, Unknown to me, within me."--"Sebastian." ] [Footnote 145: "When thou wert form'd heaven did a man begin; But a brute soul by chance was shuffled in."--"Aurengzebe." ] [Footnote 146: "I am a multitude Of walking griefs."--"New Sophonisba." ] [Footnote 147: "I will take thy scorpion blood, And lay it to my grief till I have ease."--"Anna Bullen." ]