Quin et alias optime exprimunt poetæ animi ægritudines. Quam vivide defcribit Shakefperius Wolfeii angorem, fecum quomodo nuptias regis propofitas rumperet meditantis ? Egrotus ille mente nefcio quid movet; "Labella rodit; impetu fubito falit; "Nunc fiftit; oculofque tenet infixos folo ; "Nunc tempora premit digito, et iterum profilit, "Celerans gradum;-fiftit iterum-plangit manu "Pectora; deinde torquet ad luna jubar "When I see Torrifmond, I am unquiet; Thinking on him, I quite forgot my Name, "I went to Bed, and, to myfelf, I thought "And, ere I was aware, figh'd to myself, k❝Some strange Commotion DOUBLE DISCOVERY. "Is in his Brain; he bites his Lips, and ftarts; HENRY VIII. Eodem pertinent illa Portia ad Brutum in focietatem eorum confilii jam affumptum qui contra Cafarem conjuraverant : "Furtim quietum Brute liquisti torum, Herique menfa fubito confurgens, gemens "Et huc et illuc ambulabas; brachia Tranfverfa meditantem indicabant ; quid rei "Vultu paventem; rurfus inquiro; caput Iftis merito fubjungendam arbitror orationem conjugis Northumbria Ducis in prima parte Henrici Quarti, qua mariti animum occupatum prorfus, et a fe alienum conqueritur. You've ungently, Brutus, "Stole from my Bed: And Yesternight at Supper, "You fuddenly arose and walk'd about, Mufing and fighing, with your Arms a-cross : "And, when Lafk'd you what the Matter was, "You ftar'd upon me with ungentle Looks. "I urg'd you further; then you scratch'd your Head, JULIUS CÆSAR. "Cur gaudia fugis folita? cur temnis cibos ? Quid tibimet aufert, domine mi, fomnos leves? "Sollicitus oculos cur folo fixos tenes? "Cur fede fubito profilis? Cur livido "Pallore juveniles genas fuffunderis ? Quæ fequuntur autem vividam, eamque mentis totius in bello meditando imaginem continent: Perlonga noctis fpatia dum duco vigil, Muffare tecum multa de bellis foles, "Turbata meditans grande quid per fomnia; "Nunc quafi fonipedis ora fpumantis regis; "Nunc euge! clamas, fufcitans dictis virosTM. Ifta demum ægrotæ mentis figna bene expreffa reperire eft in narratione Ventidii apud Drydenum de M. Antonii defperatione: mTell me, fweet Lord, what is't that takes from thee Why haft thou loft the fresh Blood in thy Cheeks? -"In thy faint Slumbers I by thee have watcht, "And heard thee murmur Tales of iron Wars: HEN. IV. Part I. "Exedit "Exedit animum prorfus occultus dolor; "Potu, cibo, fomno abftinet; totus fibi "Deditur; et animo multa meditatur; parum Loquitur, loquenfque mente lymphata furit ! Quandoque regna fpernit, et valeant, ait; Aliquando tenera labra corrodens fremit ; Faftofe ridens ora nunc torquet: n Denique in hifce fere omnibus exemplis, Academici, eft cur miremur pulchram rerum enumerationem, antiquam fimplicitatem, et præcipue Euripideam, fuaviter olentem. Sed multis profecto modis indicat femet ista animi ægritudo. Quam venufte tum amorem fuum tum defperationem defcribit puella in hac oratione ? Cupii dolori penitus indulgens meo "Luminibus horis fingulis faciem viri "Tacitis notare; nobilis frontis decus, "He makes his Heart a Prey to black Despair: "Sometimes he gnaws his Lips, then draws his Mouth ALL FOR LOVE. "Pulchre "Pulchre recurvas palpebras, flexas comas, Pingere tabella; cordis heu pulchram nimis In fequentibus autem ipfa amoris inquietiffima natura feliciffime exprimitur : Amaffe tene dicis ?-haud credo quidem. « Nôrunt amantes quicquid infani gerunt Jubente amore; insana qui semper jubet. Amaffe credam tene? "Solent amantes omnium, totum diem, "Aures amicæ laudibus obtundere— Amaffe credam tene? "Solent amantes agere concinne nihil; 。 " 'Twas pretty, though a Plague, "To fee him every Hour; to fit and draw "His arched Brows, his hawking Eye, his Curls, "In our Heart's Table: Heart, too capable "Of every Line and Trick of his fweet Favour! "But now he's gone, and my idolatrous Fancy "Muft fanctify his Relicks. ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL. "Veniunt |