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indeed, aftign him the moll honourable company ; 
but he makes ample amends, by a defcription of 
poetic fancy, wonderfully brilliant and captiva- 
ting. 
“ The lunatic, the lover, and the poet. 
Are of imagination all compact. 
One fees more devils than vail hell can hold. 
That is the madman : the lover, all as frantic. 
Sees Helen’s beauty on a brow of Egypt: 
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling. 
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven j 
And, as imagination bodies forth 
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen 
Turns them to lhapes, and gives to airy nothing 
A local habitation and a name.” Shakespeare. 
Who can forbear applying to the poet, what has 
been fo juftly applied to the great critic , lately 
quoted, . 
“ He is himself the great sublime he draws!” 
“ Horace, likewife, feems to rank himfelf on 
this fide of the queftion in the fourth Satire of 
his firft book, where he endeavours to fettle the 
point of Poetic Chara&er. He, firft, excepts 
himfelf from the number of thofe, to whom he 
would allow the name of Poet ; becaufe compo- 
fitions like his own, “ Jermoni propiora ,” do not 
give a juft claim to the appellation. He, then, 
tjefcribes the real bard ; 
Ingenium cui fit; cui mens divinor, atque'os 
Magna sonaturum, des nominis hujus honorem. 
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