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in sentiments that partake of the same vibration. This I give as a third observation:

Queen. Would I had ne'er trod this English earth,

Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!

Ye've angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What shall become of me now? wretched lady!

I am the most unhappy woman living.

Alas! poor wenches, where are now your fortunes? [To her women.
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,

No friends, no hope! no kindred weep for me!
Almost no grave allow'd me.

Othello. Oh devil, devil!

Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1.

If that the earth could teem with woman's tears,

Each drop she falls would prove a crocodile.

Out of my sight!

Desdemona. I will not stay t offend you. [Going.
Ludovico. Truly, an obedient lady:

I do beseech your lordship, call her back.

Oth. Mistress

Des. My lord.

Oth. What would you with her, sir?

Lud. Who, I, my lord?

Oth. Aye; you did wish that I would make her turn:

Sir, she can turn and turn, and yet go on;

And turn again. And she can weep, sir, weep:
And she's obedient: as you say, obedient;
Very obedient-proceed you in your tears-
Concerning this, sir-oh well painted passion!
I am cominanded home-get you away,

I'll send for you anon-sir, I obey the mandate,

And will return to Venice.-Hence, avaunt! [Exit Desdemona.

Othello, Act IV. Sc. 6.

Emilia. Oh, my good lord, I would speak a word with you.
Othello. Yes, 'tis Emilia-By and by-She's dead.

'Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death:

The noise was high-Ha! no more moving?

Still as the grave. Shall she come in? were't good?
I think she stirs again-No-What's the best?

If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife;

My wife! my wife! What wife? I have no wife;

Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour!-Othello, Act IV. Sc. 7.

382. A fourth observation is, That nature, which gave us passions, and made them extremely beneficial when moderate, intended undoubtedly that they should be subjected to the government of reason and conscience. (See chap. ii. part vii.) It is therefore against the order of nature, that passion in any case should take the lead in contradiction to reason and conscience: such a state of mind is a sort of anarchy, which every one is ashamed of, and endeavors to hide or dissemble. Even love, however laudable, is attended with a conscious shame when it becomes immoderate: it is covered from the world, and disclosed only to the beloved object:

Et que l'amour souvent de remors combattu,
Paroisse une foiblesse, et non une vertu.

Boileau, L'art Poet. Chant. iii. 1. 101.

881 The mind, agitated at once by different passions.-Henry VIII.-Othello.

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K. John. Do not I know thou wouldst?
Good Hubert, Hubert, Hubert, throw thine eye
On yon young boy. I tell thee what, my friend;
He is a very serpent in my way,

And wheresoe'er this foot of mine doth tread,
He lies before me. Dost thou understand me?
Thou art his keeper.

King John, Act III. Sc. 5. X

383. As things are best illustrated by their contraries, I proceed to faulty sentiments, disdaining to be indebted for examples to any but the most approved authors. The first class shall consist of sentiments that accord not with the passion; or, in other words, sentiments that the passion does not naturally suggest. In the second class shall be ranged sentiments that may belong to an ordinary passion, but unsuitable to it as tinctured by a singular character. Thoughts that properly are not sentiments, but rather descriptions, make a third. Sentiments that belong to the passion represented, but are faulty as being introduced too early or too late, make a fourth. Vicious sentiments exposed in their native dress, instead of being concealed or disguised, make a fifth. And in the last class shall be collected sentiments suited to no character or passion, and therefore unnatural.

384. The first class contains faulty sentiments of various kinds, which I shall endeavor to distinguish from each other; beginning with sentiments that are faulty by being above the tone of the passion:

Othello.

-O my soul's joy!

If after every tempest come such calms,

May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!

And let the laboring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus high, and duck again as low

As hell's from heaven.

Othello, Act II. Sc. 6.

This sentiment may be suggested by violent and inflamed passion, but is not suited to the calm satisfaction that one feels upon escaping danger.

Philaster. Place me, some god, upon a pyramid
Higher than hills of earth, and lend a voice
Loud as your thunder to me, that from thence
I may discourse to all the under-world
The worth that dwells in him.

Philaster of Beaumont and Fletcher, Act IV. 385. Second. Sentiments below the tone of the passion. Ptolemy, by putting Pompey to death, having incurred the displeasure of Cæsar, was in the utmost dread of being dethroned: in that agitating situation, Corneille makes him utter a speech full of cool reflection, that is in no degree expressive of the passion:

3S2. Passion should be subjected to reason and conscience.-The feeling that attends the immoderate indulgence of passion.-Rule for representing immoderate passions. Examples from the Tempest, &c.

883. Faulty sentiments: those that do not accord with the passion, &c. 884. Sentiments above the tone of the passion. Othello, &c.

Ah! si je t'avois crú, je n'aurois pas de maître,
Je scrois dans le trône où le Ciel m'a fait naître ;
Mais c'est une imprudence assez commune aux rois,
D'écouter trop d'avis, et se tromper aux choix.
Le Destin les aveugle au bord du précipice,
Où si quelque lumière en leur ame se glisse,
Cette fausse clarté dont il les éblouit,

Le plonge dans une gouffre, et puis s'évanouit.

La Morte de Pompée, Act IV. Sc. 1.

In Les Frères ennemis of Racine, the second act is opened with a love-scene: Hemon talks to his mistress of the torments of absence, of the lustre of her eyes, that he ought to die nowhere but at her feet, and that one moment of absence is a thousand years. Antigone, on her part, acts the coquette: pretends she must be gone to wait on her mother and brother, and cannot stay to listen to his courtship. This is odious French gallantry, below the dignity of the passion of love it would be excusable in painting modern French manners; and is insufferable where the ancients are brought upon the stage.

386. Third. Sentiments that agree not with the tone of the passion; as where a pleasant sentiment is grafted upon a painful passion, or the contrary. In the following instances the sentiments are too gay for a serious passion:

Again:

No happier task these faded eyes pursue;
To read and weep is all they now can do.

Eloisa to Abelard, 1. 47.

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid,
Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid;

They live, they speak, they breathe what love inspires,
Warm from the soul, and faithful to its fires;
The virgin's wish without her fears impart,
Excuse the blush, and pour out all the heart;
Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul,
And waft a sigh from Indus to the pole.

Eloisa to Abelard, 1. 51.

These thoughts are pretty: they suit Pope, but not Eloisa.

Satan, enraged by a threatening of the angel Gabriel, answers thus:

Then when I am thy captive, talk of chains,
Proud limitary cherub; but ere then,

Far heavier load thyself expect to feel

From my prevailing arm, though Heaven's King
Ride on thy wings, and thou with thy compeers,
Used to the yoke, draw'st his triumphant wheels
In progress through the road of heaven star-paved.

Paradise Lost, Book iv.

The concluding epithet forms a grand and delightful image, which cannot be the genuine offspring of rage.

885. Sentiments below the tone of the passion Ptolemy's speech.

886. Sentiments that agree not with the tone of the passion, as to gayety or seriousEloise to Abelard, &c.

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387. Fourth. Sentiments too artificial for a serious passion. I give for the first example a speech of Percy expiring:

O Harry, thou hast robb'd me of my growth;

I better brook the loss of brittle life,

Than those proud titles thou hast won of me;

They wound my thoughts, worse than thy sword my flesh.
But thought's the slave of life, and life time's fool:

And time, that takes survey of all the world,

Must have a stop.

First Part of Henry IV. Act V. Sc. 9.

The sentiments of the Mourning Bride are, for the most part, no less delicate than just copies of nature: in the following exception the picture is beautiful, but too artful to be suggested by severe grief:

Almeria. O no! Time gives increase to my afflictions.

The circling hours, that gather all the woes

Which are diffused through the revolving year,
Some heavy laden with th' oppressive weight
To me; with me, successively they leave

The sighs, the tears, the groans, the restless cares,
And all the damps of grief, that did retard their flight;
They shake their downy wings, and scatter all
The dire collected dews on my poor head;
They fly with joy and swiftness from me.

Act I. Sc. 1.

In the same play, Almeria seeing a dead body, which she took to be Alphonso's, expresses sentiments strained and artificial, which nature suggests not to any person upon such an occasion:

Had they or hearts or eyes, that did this deed?

Could eyes endure to guide such cruel hands?
Are not my eyes guilty alike with theirs,

That thus can gaze, and yet not turn to stone?
-I do not weep! The springs of tears are dried,
And of a sudden I am calm, as if

All things were well; and yet my husband's murder'd!
Yes, yes, I know to mourn: I'll sluice this heart,
The source of woe, and let the torrent loose.

Act V. Sc. 11.

Lady Trueman. How could you be so cruel to defer giving me that joy which you knew I must receive from your presence? You have robbed my life of some hours of happiness that ought to have been in it.-Drummer, Act V.

Pope's Elegy to the memory of an unfortunate lady, expresses delicately the most tender concern and sorrow that one can feel for the deplorable fate of a person of worth. Such a poem, deeply serious and pathetic, rejects with disdain all fiction. Upon that account, the following passage deserves no quarter; for it is not the language of the heart, but of the imagination indulging its flights at ease, and by that means is eminently discordant with the subject. It would be a still more severe censure, if it should be ascribed to imitation, copying indiscreetly what has been said by others:

What though no weeping loves thy ashes grace,
Nor polish'd marble emulate thy face?
What though no sacred earth allow thee room,
Nor hallow'd dirge be mutter'd o'er thy tomb?
Yet shall thy grave with rising flow'rs be drest,
And the green turf lie lightly on thy breast.

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