So perfect, that the very gods who form'd you wonder'd At their own skill, and cry'd, A lucky hit Has mended our design! Their envy hindered, Or you had been immortal, and a pattern, When Heaven would work for ostentation sake, To copy out again.--_All for Love_. Banks prefers the works of Michael Angelo to that of the gods: A pattern for the gods to make a man by, Or Michael Angelo to form a statue. ] _Thumb_. Then were the gods mistaken--she is not A woman, but a giantess----whom we, [1] With much ado, have made a shift to hawl Within the town:[2] for she is by a foot Shorter than all her subject giants were. [Footnote 1: It is impossible, says Mr W----, sufficiently to admire this natural easy line.] [Footnote 2: This tragedy, which in most points resembles the ancients, differs from them in this--that it assigns the same honour to lowness of stature which they did to height. The gods and heroes in Homer and Virgil are continually described higher by the head than their followers, the contrary of which is observed by our author. In short, to exceed on either side is equally admirable; and a man of three foot is as wonderful a sight as a man of nine.] _Glum_. We yesterday were both a queen and wife, One hundred thousand giants own'd our sway, Twenty whereof were married to ourself. _Queen_. Oh! happy state of giantism where husbands Like mushrooms grow, whilst hapless we are forced To be content, nay, happy thought, with one. _Glum_. But then to lose them all in one black day, That the same sun which, rising, saw me wife To twenty giants, setting should behold Me widow'd of them all.----[1]My worn-out heart, That ship, leaks fast, and the great heavy lading, My soul, will quickly sink. [Footnote 1: My blood leaks fast, and the great heavy lading My soul will quickly sink.--_Mithridates_. My soul is like a ship.--_Injured Love_. ] _Queen_. Madam, believe I view your sorrows with a woman's eye: But learn to bear them with what strength you may, To-morrow we will have our grenadiers Drawn out before you, and you then shall choose What husbands you think fit. _Glum_. [1]Madam, I am Your most obedient and most humble servant. [Footnote 1: This well-bred line seems to be copied in the Persian Princess:-- To be your humblest and most faithful slave. ] _King_. Think, mighty princess, think this court your own, Nor think the landlord me, this house my inn; Call for whate'er you will, you'll nothing pay. [1]I feel a sudden pain within my breast, Nor know I whether it arise from love Or only the wind-cholick. Time must shew. O Thumb! what do we to thy valour owe! Ask some reward, great as we can bestow. [Footnote 1: This doubt of the king puts me in mind of a passage in the Captives, where the noise of feet is mistaken for the rustling of leaves. ------Methinks I hear The sound of feet: No; 'twas the wind that shook yon cypress boughs. ]