(Unwilling now to grow,) Looks like the plume a captain wears,,. III. The piteous river wept itself away, If you a river there can spy: And, for a river, your mock'd eye. W. DAVENAN T On the Effigies of SHAKESPEARE, prefix'd to his printed Works. HIS.gure, that thou here feeft put, ΤΗ It was for gentle Shakespeare cut; Wherein the graver had a ftrife His face; the print would then furpaffe. But, fince he cannot, reader, look. Not on his picture, but his book. B. J CHUKIENKIENKI ❀ ENKIENKIENKO To the Memory of my Beloved, the Author, Mr. WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE; And what he hath left us. O draw no envy (Shakespeare) on thy name. T% While I confefs thy writings to be fuch, 'Tis true, and all mens fuffrage. But thefe way Which, when it founds at best, but echces right; I therefore will begin.-Soul of the age! And art alive ftill, while thy book doth live, Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead, Of all, that infolent Greece, or haughty Rome or fince did from their afhes come. When When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm As they were not of nature's family. And fuch wert thou. Look how the father's face Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly fhines In each of which he seems to shake a lance, Sweet Swan of Avon! what a fight it were And make thofe flights upon the banks of Thames,.. But ftay, I fee thee in the hemifphere Advanc'd, and made a conftellation there! Shine forth, thou ftarre of Poet's and with rage, night, And defpairs day, but for thy volume's light. THE THE PREFACE. TH HE attempt to write upon SHAK E SPEARE is like going into a large, a fpacious, and a fplendid dome, through, the conveyance of a narrow and obfcure entry. A glare of light fuddenly breaks upon you beyond what the avenue at firft promifed: and a thousand beauties of genius and character, like. fo many gaudy, apartments pouring at once upon the eye, diffufe and throw themselves out to the mind. The profpect is too wide to come within the compafs of a fingle view: 'tis a gay confufion, of pleafing objects, too various to be enjoyed but. in a general admiration; and they must be feparated, and eyed diftinctly, in order to give the proper entertainment. And as in great piles of building, fome parts. are often finished up to hit the taste of the connoiffeur; others more negligently put together, to ftrike frike the fancy of a common and unlearned be-. holder: Some parts are made ftupendously magnificent and grand, to surprize with the vaft defign and execution of the architect; others are contracted, to amufe you with his neatness and elegance in little. Sc, in Shakespeare, we may findTraits that will ftand the teft of the fevereft judgment; and strokes as carelessly hit off, to the level of the more ordinary capacities: Some de-. fcriptions raised to that pitch of grandeur, as.to aftonish you with the compafs and elevation of his thought and others copying nature within fo narrow, fo confined a circle, as if the author's talent lay only at drawing in miniature. In how many points of light must we be obliged to gaze at this great poet! In how many branches of excellence to confider, and admire him! Whether we view him on the fide of art or nature, he ought equally to engage our attention: Whether we refpect the force and greatnefs of his genius, the extent of his knowledge. and reading, the power and addrefs with which he throws out and applies either nature, or learning, there is ample scope both for our wonder and pleafure. If his diction, and the cloathing of· his thoughts attrat us, how much more muft we be charmed with the richness, and variety, of his images and ideas! If his images and ideas fteal: into our Souls, and strike upon our fancy, how much are they improved in price, when we come |