On l. 8 (G.):--

"Fantastic swarms of dreams there hover'd,
Green, red, and yellow, tawney, black, and blue;
They make no noise, but right resemble may
Th' unnumber'd moats that in the sun-beams play."

_Sylvester's Du Bartas._

Cælia, in Beaumont and Fletcher's _Humorous Lieutenant_, says,--

"My maidenhead to a mote in the sun, he's jealous."

Act iv. Sc. 8.

On l. 35. (G.) Mr. Warton might have found a happier illustration of his
argument in Ben Jonson's _Every Man in his Humour_, Act i. Sc. 3.:--

"Too conceal such real ornaments as these, and shadow
their glory, as a milliner's wife does her wrought
stomacher, with a smoaky lawn, or a _black cyprus_."

--Whalley's edit. vol. i. p. 33.

On l. 39. (G.) The origin of this uncommon use of the word "commerce" is
from Donne:--

"If this commerce 'twixt heaven and earth were not
embarred."