In  flattering  eddies  promising  return,

She  flouts  her  channel,  which  thenceforth  is  dry ;

Then  say  I,  "  that  is  she,  and  this  am  L"—EUgtf,  vL

Hall  had  a  better  ear  than  Donne — his  words
are  better  placed,  and  his  pauses  infinitely  more
select.     What  follows  was  printed  in  1597.
Time  was,  and  that  was  torm'd  the  time  of  gold.
When  world  and  time  were  young  that  now  are  old
(When  quiet  Saturn  sway'd  the  maoe  of  lead.
And  prido  was  yet  unborn,  and  yet  unbred).
Time  was,  that  whiles  the  autumn-fall  did  last.
Our  hungry  sires  gaped  for  the  falling  motit

Of  the  Dodonian  oaks.
Could  no  unhusked  acorn  leave  the  tree.
But  there  was  challenge  made  whose  it  might  be.
Their  royal  plate  was  clay,  or  wood,  or  stone ;
The  vulgar,  save  his  hand,  else  he  liad  none.
Their  only  cellar  was  the  neighbour  brook ;
None  did  for  better  care,  for  better  look.
The  king's  pavilion  was  the  grassy  green
Under  safe  shelter  of  the  shady  treen.
Under  each  bank  men  laid  their  limbs  along,
Not  wishing  any  case,  not  fearing  wrong :
Clad  with  their  own,  as  they  were  made  of  old.
Not  fearing  shame,  not  feeling  any  cold.
Satires,  B,  iii.  Sat  i.
In  the  point,  volubility,  and  vigour  of  IIuWh
numbers,  aays  Mr.  Campbell,  we  might  frequently
imagine  ourselves  perusing  Dryden.
Another  scorns  the  home-spun  thread  of  rhymes,
Match'd  with  the  lofty  feet  of  elder  times:


Give  me  the  number'd  verse  that  TLrgil  sung.
And  Virgil's  self  shall  speak  the  English  tongue :

"  Manhood  and  garboils  shall  he  chant,"  with  changed  fvet

And  head-strong  dactyls  making  music  meet ;

The  nimble  dactyl  striving  to  out  go.
The  drawling  spondees  pacing  it  below;

The  lingering  spondees  labouring  to  delay.
