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"Why didst not thou engage me man to man,
And try the virtue of that Gorgon face

To stare me into statue ?"

'Almeyda at the same time is more book-learned than Don Sebastian. She plays an hydra upon the emperor that is full as good as the Gorgon.

"O that I had the fruitful heads of hydra,

That one might bourgeon where another fell!
Still would I give thee work, still, still, thou tyrant,
And hiss thee with the last-

• She afterwards, in allusion to Hercules, bids him "lay down the lion's skin, and take the distaff;" and in the following speech utters her passion still more learnedly.

"No, were we join'd, even tho' it were in death,

Our bodies burning in one funeral pile,

The prodigy of Thebes wou'd be renew'd,
And my divided flame should break from thine."

The emperor of Barbary shews himself acquainted with the Roman poets as well as either of his prisoners, and answers the foregoing speech in the same classic strain:

"Serpent, I will engender poison with thee
Our offspring, like the seed of dragon's teeth,
Shall issue arm'd, and fight themselves to death.”

Ovid seems to have been Muley Molock's favourite author, witness the lines that follow:

"She still inexorable, still imperious

And loud, as if like Bacchus born in thunder."

'I shall conclude my remarks on his part with that poetical complaint of his being in love, and leave my

reader to consider how prettily it would sound in the mouth of an emperor of Morocco:

"The god of love once more has shot his fires
Into my soul, and my whole heart receives him."

'Muley Zeydan is as ingenious a man as his brother Muley Molock; as where he hints at the story of Castor and Pollux:

"May we ne'er meet:

For like the twins of Leda, when I mount,
He gallops down the skies-

'As for the mufti, we will suppose that he was bred up a scholar, and not only versed in the law of Mahomet, but acquainted with all kinds of polite learning. For this reason he is not at all surprised when Dorax calls him a Phaëton in one place, and in another tells him he is like Archimedes.

'The mufti afterwards mentions Ximenes, Albornez, and Cardinal Wolsey, by name. The poet seems to think he may make every person in his play know as much as himself, and talk as well as he could have done on the same occasion. At least I believe every reader will agree with me, that the above-mentioned sentiments, to which I might have added several others, would have been better suited to the court of Augustus, than that of Muley Molock. I grant they are beautiful in themselves, and much more so in that noble language, which was peculiar to this great poet. I only observe, that they are improper for the persons who make use of them. Dryden is indeed generally wrong in his sentiments. Let any one read the dialogue between Octavia and Cleopatra', and he will be amazed to hear a Roman

All for Love, act iii. scen. ult.

lady's mouth filled with such obscene raillery. If the virtuous Octavia departs from her character, the loose Dolabella is no less inconsistent with himself, when all of a sudden he drops the pagan, and talks in the sentiments of revealed religion.

-Heaven has but

Our sorrow for our sins, and then delights
To pardon erring man. Sweet mercy seems
Its darling attribute, which limits justice;
As if there were degrees in infinite:
And infinite would rather want perfection
Than punish to extent-

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I might shew several faults of the same nature in the celebrated Aurenge-Zebe. The impropriety of thoughts in the speeches of the great mogul and his empress has been generally censured. Take the sentiments out of the shining dress of words, and they would be too coarse for a scene in Billingsgate.

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I am,

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ADDISON.

No 111. SATURDAY, JULY 18, 1713.

Hic aliquis de gente hircosâ centurionum
Dicat: quod satis est, sapio mihi; non ego curo
Esse quod Arcesilas, ærumnosique Solones.

PERS. Sat. iii. 77.

But, here, some captain of the land or fleet,
Stout of his hands, but of a soldier's wit,

Cries, I have sense, to serve my turn, in store;
And he's a rascal who pretends to more:

Damme, whate'er those book-learn'd blockheads say,
Solon's the veriest fool in all the play.

DRYDEN.

I AM very much concerned when I see young gentlemen of fortune and quality so wholly set upon pleasures and diversions, that they neglect all those improvements in wisdom and knowledge which may make them easy to themselves, and useful to the world. The greatest part of our British youth lose their figure, and grow out of fashion by that time they are five-and-twenty. As soon as the natural gaiety and amiableness of the young man wears off, they have nothing left to recommend them, but lie by the rest of their lives among the lumber and refuse of the species. It sometimes happens indeed, that for want of applying themselves in due time to the pursuits of knowledge, they take up a book in their declining years, and grow very hopeful scholars by that time they are threescore. I must therefore earnestly press my readers, who are in the flower of their youth, to labour at those accomplishments which may set off their persons when their bloom is gone, and to lay in timely provisions for manhood and old age. In short, I would advise the youth of

fifteen to be dressing up every day the man of fifty, or to consider how to make himself venerable at threescore.

Young men, who are naturally ambitious, would do well to observe how the greatest men of antiquity made it their ambition to excel all their contemporaries in knowledge. Julius Cæsar and Alexander, the most celebrated instances of human greatness, took a particular care to distinguish themselves by their skill in the arts and sciences. We have still extant several remains of the former, which justify the character given of him by the learned men of his own age. As for the latter, it is a known saying of his, that he was more obliged to Aristotle who had instructed him, than to Philip who had given him life and empire.' There is a letter of his recorded by Plutarch and Aulus Gellius, which he wrote to Aristotle upon hearing that he had published those lectures he had given him in private. This letter was written in the following words at a time when he was in the height of his Persian conquests.

• ALEXANDER TO ARISTOTLE, GREETING. You have not done well to publish your books of Select Knowledge; for what is there now in which I can surpass others, if those things which I have been instructed in are communicated to every body? For my own part I declare to you, I would rather excel others in knowledge than power. Farewell.'

We see by this letter, that the love of conquest was but the second ambition in Alexander's soul. Know ledge is indeed that which, next to virtue, truly and essentially raises one man above another. It finishes one half of the human soul. It makes being plea

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