the Luscious. Such as _Spencer_'s, where he makes his Knight lye loll'd
in Pleasures, and Damsels stripping themselves and dancing around for
his Diversion. This, _SPENCER_ methinks carries to an excess; for he
describes 'em catching his Breath as it steam'd forth; distilling the
Sugar'd Liquor between his Lips, and the like. Such Descriptions will
grow fulsome if more than just touch'd, as the most delicious things the
soonest cloy.




CHAP. IV.

_That Pastoral should Image almost every thing_.


There is nothing more recommends the Tragedys of Mr. _Row_, than his
Language, which I think is (in it's own Nature) particularly Beautiful.

As I cannot forbear looking into the Springs and Means by which our best
Poets attain their Excellence in the several Dialects they touch the
finest, what 'tis that constitutes the Difference between the Language
of one and that of another; and also what Rank or Class each Dialect
belongs to; I have done the same as to the Writings of Mr. _Row_. And
I observe that the chiefest Means he makes use of to render his Tragick
Language at once Uncommon and Delightful, is the Figurative Way of
considering Things as Persons. What I mean is this.

----_Comfort
Dispels the sullen Shades with her sweet Influence_.