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in a patch. Those who would be more learned on the subject, may find some information in several papers of the Spectator.
L. 9.Your heart I feare wept, as your eyes did smile.
A beautiful line.
P. 98.How soon these faire and forward springs
Are nipt by some unruly blast!
Thus Milton, "On the death of a fair infant:"
O fairest flower, no sooner blown than blasted,
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly,
Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted
Bleak winter's force that made thy blossom dry.
Soft silken primrose fading timelessly,
Summer's chief honour, if thou hadst out-lasted
Bleak winter's force that made thy blossom dry.
In the MS. from which the First Division of these poems was copied, there are also some verses "On the Death of Mrs Hall," of which the following seem worthy of preservation: The fates Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis, are introduced spinning the clue of her life; then follows this exclamation:
But ah! the thred was spun too fine
For any touch but hands divine;
Foo soft, too slender, and too weake!
Its weight alone must make it breake.
So snapps the lute-string, when il reares
A note too high for mortall eares:
So faints the over strait-laced stemme,
Under the Tulipp's diadem:
And so the thin-blowne buble vyes
T'outpaint the rainbow till it dyes.
For any touch but hands divine;
Foo soft, too slender, and too weake!
Its weight alone must make it breake.
So snapps the lute-string, when il reares
A note too high for mortall eares:
So faints the over strait-laced stemme,
Under the Tulipp's diadem:
And so the thin-blowne buble vyes
T'outpaint the rainbow till it dyes.
P. 99. Milton concludes the poem just quoted above, with sentiments and expressions very similar to these:
Then, thou the mother of so sweet a child
Her false imagined loss cease to lament,
Her false imagined loss cease to lament,
