A plurality of lines of the fourth order, would not have a good effect in succession; because, by a remarkable tendency to rest, its proper office is to close a period. The reader, therefore, must be satisfied with instances where this order is mixed with others. Not louder shrieks to pitying Heav’n are cast, When husbands, or when lapdogs, breathe their last. Again, Steel could the works of mortal pride confound, And hew triumphal arches to the ground. Again, She sees, and trembles at th’ approaching ill, Just in the jaws of ruin, and codille. Again, With earnest eyes, and round unthinking face, He first the snuff-box open’d, then the case. And this suggests another experiment, which is, to set the different orders more directly in opposition, by giving examples where they are mixed in the same passage. First and second orders. Sol through white curtains shot a tim’rous ray, And ope’d those eyes that must eclipse the day. Again, Not youthful kings in battle seiz’d alive, Not scornful virgins who their charms survive, Not ardent lovers robb’d of all their bliss, Not ancient ladies when refus’d a kiss, Not tyrants fierce that unrepenting die, Not Cynthia when her manteau’s pinn’d awry, E’er felt such rage, resentment, and despair, As thou, sad virgin! for thy ravish’d hair. First and third. Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair. Again, What guards the purity of melting maids, In courtly balls, and midnight-masquerades, Safe from the treach’rous friend, the daring spark, The glance by day, the whisper in the dark? Again, With tender billet-doux he lights the pyre, And breathes three am’rous sighs to raise the fire; Then prostrate falls, and begs, with ardent eyes, Soon to obtain, and long possess the prize. Again, Jove’s thunder roars, heav’n trembles all around, Blue Neptune storms, the bellowing deeps resound, Earth shakes her nodding tow’rs, the ground gives way, And the pale ghosts start at the flash of day! Second and third. Sunk in Thalestris’ arms, the nymph he found, Her eyes dejected, and her hair unbound. Again, On her heav’d bosom hung her drooping head, Which with a sigh she rais’d; and thus she said.