DR. DARWINV 



is no refilling the temptation of here exhi- 

 biting it to thofe to whom the work itfelf 

 may not inftantly be acceffible. 



Thus when, on wanton wing, intrepid Love 



Snatch'd the rais'd lightning from the arm of Jove, 



Quick o'er his knee the triple bolt he bent, 



The clufter'd darts and forky arrows rent j 



Snapp'd, with illumin'd hands, each flaming ftiaft, 



His tingling fingers (hook, and ftamp'd, and langh'd. 



Bright o'er the floor the fcatter'd fragments blaz'd, 



And Gods, retreating, trembled as they gaz'd. 



Th' immortal Sire, indulgent to his child, 



Bow'd his ambrofial locks, and Heav'n relenting, fmil'd. 



Of the great fuperiority of poetic to 

 actual piclure, this paflage is one of the 

 countlefs proofs, perceived by every reader 

 who has power to meet the ideas of the 

 Bard. Suppofe the fubjecT: of this little 

 fable to be engraven, or painted with the 

 utmoft excellence, yet the exquifitely natu- 

 ral action of the infant god fhaking his 

 fingers, and laughing and ftamping, from 

 that degree of pain experienced on flightly 

 o 4 touching 



