Of the same kind is his ‘courting the yoke’--‘distracting my very heart’--‘calling up all’ one’s ‘father’ in one’s soul--‘working every nerve’--‘copying a bright example’; in short, the whole play, relieved now and then with a smart sentence or turn of words. The following is a pregnant example of plagiarism and weak writing. It is from another tragedy of Addison’s time--the _Mariamne_ of Fenton: Mariamne, _with superior charms_, _Triumphs o’er reason_: in her look she _bears_ A paradise of ever-blooming sweets; Fair as the first idea beauty _prints_ In the young lover’s soul; a winning grace Guides every gesture, and obsequious love _Attends_ on all her steps. ‘Triumphing o’er reason’ is an old acquaintance of everybody’s. ‘Paradise in her look’ is from the Italian poets through Dryden. ‘Fair as the first idea’, &c., is from Milton, spoilt;--‘winning grace’ and ‘steps’ from Milton and Tibullus, both spoilt. Whenever beauties are stolen by such a writer, they are sure to be spoilt: just as when a great writer borrows, he improves. To come now to Fancy,--she is a younger sister of Imagination, without the other’s weight of thought and feeling. Imagination indeed, purely so called, is all feeling; the feeling of the subtlest and most affecting analogies; the perception of sympathies in the natures of things, or in their popular attributes. Fancy is a sporting with their resemblance, real or supposed, and with airy and fantastical creations. --Rouse yourself; and the weak wanton Cupid Shall from your neck unloose his amorous fold, _And, like a dew-drop from the lion’s mane, Be shook to air._ _Troilus and Cressida_, Act iii, sc. 3. That is imagination;--the strong mind sympathizing with the strong beast, and the weak love identified with the weak dew-drop. Oh!--and I forsooth In love! I that have been love’s whip I _A very beadle to a humorous sigh!--_ A domineering pedant o’er the boy,-- This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy, This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid, _Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms, The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans_, &c. _Love’s Labour’s Lost_, Act iii, sc. 1. That is fancy;--a combination of images not in their nature connected, or brought together by the feeling, but by the will and pleasure; and having just enough hold of analogy to betray it into the hands of its smiling subjector. Silent icicles _Quietly shining to the quiet moon._ Coleridge’s _Frost at Midnight_. That, again, is imagination;--analogical sympathy; and exquisite of its kind it is. ‘You are now sailed _into the north of my lady’s opinion_; where you will hang _like an icicle on a Dutchman’s beard_, unless you do redeem it by some laudable attempt.’ _Twelfth Night_, Act iii, sc. 2.