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And in the faces of their foes your women, in despight,
Should fling their fuckling babes.

How exquifitely unnatural is a profeffion of lady Macbeth's in this way:

I have giv'n fack, and know

How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me,
I would, while it was fmiling in my face,
Have pluck't my nipple from his boneless gums
And dafht the brains out, had I but fo fworn
As you have done to this-

Page 125. Her name is written indifferently Voadicea, Boodicea, Bunduica, and Bondicea. Selden's Notes on Drayton.

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Those who may be inclined to examine into the hiftory of this nation, are referred to a very masterly enquiry, entituled, " A Differtation on the origin and progrefs of the Scythians or Goths," by the able and ingenious Mr. Pinkerton, lately published. To this Gentleman (if there is not an impertinence in the manner of my doing it.) I would recommend as a motto for many of his works the following verse:

Πρὸς σοφίην μὲν ἔχειν τόλμαν, μάλα σύμφορόν ἐστι.

Poet Min. Græci. p. 515. 1635 Edit. Cantabrig.

Page 127. For the circumstances of this interview, fee Livy 11. Lib, See alfo Plutarch's life of Publicola.

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SUPPLEMENT.

Notwithstanding the following incidental Remarks bear no relation to particular paffages in the Extracts which compose these volumes, yet they are intimately connected with fome of the refpective Authors from whom thofe Extracts are taken; and being in themselves both too foreign as well as too extensive for infertion in the course of the notes, it was thought necessary to give them a place here.

F. QUARLES.

In felecting from this author, I have been obliged to omit many of his beauties from their unfortunate intermixture with the most unpardonable vulgarifms; in gathering flowers from fuch foils, weeds will unavoidably obtrude themselves; in order however that the elegance and exactness of fome of his fimilies, which were too short to be admitted into the body of the book, may not be overlooked, I take the opportunity of introducing them to the reader here, and fhould think that critic more faftidious than clear-fighted, who should be displeased with them.

Even as the foyle (which April's gentle fhowers
Have fild with sweetneffe, and enrich't with flowers)
Reares up her fuckling plants, ftill fhooting forth
The tender bloffomes of her timely birth,
But, if deny'd the beams of cheerly May,

They hang their withered heads, and fade away;

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So man, affifted by th' Almightie's hand,
His faith doth flourish and fecurely ftand,
But left awhile, forfooke (as in a fhade)
It languishes, and nipt with fin doth fade.

Job. Millitant, Med. 6

As when a lady (walking Flora's Bowre)
Picks here a pinke, and there a gilly-flowre,
Now plucks a vilet from her purple bed,
And then a primrose (the yeeres maidenhead)
There, nips the bryer, here, the Lover's pauncy,
Shifting here dainty pleasures, with her fancy,
This, on her arme, and that, the lifts to weare
Upon the borders of her curious haire
At length, a rofe-bud (paffing all the reft)
She plucks, and bofomes in her lilly brefts.

Hift. of Queene Ester, Sect. 6

Even as a Hen (whose tender brood forfakes
The downy closet of her wings, and takes
Each its affected way) markes how they feed,
This, on that crum, and that, on t' other feed,

Moves, as they move, and stayes, when as they stay,
And feems delighted in their infant-play:
Yet (fearing danger) with a bufie eye,
Lookes here and there if ought the can efpy
Which (unawares) might snatch a booty from her,
Eyes all that paffe, and watches ev'ry commer;
Even fo the affection, &c.

Job. Mil. Sect. I.

Like as the Haggard, cloistered in her mew,
To fcowr her downy robes, and to renew
Her broken flags, preparing t' overlook
The tim'rous mallard at her fliding brook,

Jets oft from perch to perch, from stock to ground,
From ground to window, thus furveying round

Her dove-befeather'd prifon, 'till at length
Calling her noble birth to mind, and strength
Whereto her wing was born, her ragged beak
Nipps of her jangling jefes, ftrives to break
Her gingling fetters and begins to bate
At ev'ry glimpse, and darts at ev'ry grate.

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Even

Even as the needle, that directs the howre,
(Toucht with the loadstone) by the fecret power
Of hidden Nature, points upon the pole;
Even fo the wavering powers of my foule,
Toucht by the virtue of thy fpirit, flee

From what is earth, and point alone to Thee.

Job. Mil. 4 Med.

In the beautiful fong of "Sweet William's Farewell," the failor with great propriety adopts a nautical term from his own Art:

Change as ye lift, ye winds; my heart shall be
The faithful compass that still points to thee.

In perufing Quarles, I have occafionally obferved that he has fometimes taken thoughts from the works of Lord Sterline, but the paffages were hardly worth noticing. Quarles was indebted to Herman Hugo for the hint of writing Emblems, the earliest edition I have been able to meet with, is that published in 1623 at Antwerp, in tolerable good Latin Elegies. A tranflation of it appeared Lond. 1686, by Edm. Arwaker, M. A. who very injudiciously obferves, that "Mr. Quarles only borrowed his Emblems, to prefix them to much inferior fenfe." The earliest edition of Quarles's book, that I have seen, is in 1635, all the prints from the beginning of the third book, are exactly copied from Hugo, but Hugo himself was not original. As Andrew Alciat, a Milaneze lawyer fo early as 1535, publifhed at Paris a volume of Emblems. Thuanus gives a great character of this writer. Hift. Lib 8. A fmall Edit. of Alciat's work, with the obfervations of C. Minos, partially extracted, was published at Geneva. There is a pretty thought in one of the emblems which confifts of a Helmet turned into a Beehive, and furrounded on all fides with its inhabitants, the motto is, Ex bello pax. [ mention it folely to observe, that in the Sonnet fung before Queen Elizabeth at a tilt in the year 1590 at Westminster, and fuppofed to have been composed by the Earl of Effex, a thought of the fame kind occurs:

My belmet now shall make an bive for bees,

And lovers fongs fhall turn to holy pfalmes, &c.

See Vol. III. Evans's Ballads.

The writer of the fame fong, whoever he was, might have been indebted for the thought to fome print of the kind.

W. WARNER.

Milton's commentators have omitted remarking, that in the following paffage he seems to have had an eye on Warner:

Thee bright-hair'd Vesta long of yore

To folitary Saturn bore;

His daughter fhe, in Saturns reign

Such mixture was not held a ftain. IL PENS.

Thus

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