The Panther, sure the noblest next the And fairest creature of the spotted kind; Oh, could her inborn stains be washed away, She were too good to be a beast of prey! 330 How can I praise or blame, and not offend, Or how divide the frailty from the friend? Her faults and virtues lie so mixed, that she Nor wholly stands condemned, nor wholly free. Then, like her injured Lion, let me speak; He cannot bend her and he would not break. 336 Unkind already, and estranged in part, The Wolf begins to share her wandering heart. Though unpolluted yet with actual ill, She half commits who sins but in her will. 340 Cries: "Hark! the foes come; Charge, charge, 'tis too late to retreat!" The soft complaining flute 35 In dying notes discovers The woes of hopeless lovers, Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. 25 With flying fingers touched the lyre: Then round her slender waist he curled, And stamped an image of himself, a sovereign of the world. The listening crowd admire the lofty sound, Flushed with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain; 55 Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, And the sparkles that flash from their The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred Ere heaving bellows learned to blow, Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft At last divine Cecilia came, store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, Let old Timotheus yield the prize, He raised a mortal to the skies; GRAND CHORUS At last divine Cecilia came, I fear, replied Neander, that, in obeying your commands, I shall draw some envy on myself. Besides, in performing them, it will be first necessary to speak somewhat of Shakespeare and Fletcher, his rivals in poesy; and one of them, in my opinion, at least his equal, perhaps his superior. To begin then with Shakespeare. He was the man who of all modern, and [20 170 perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily: when he describes anything, you more |