The other fhape, M If fhape it might be call'd, that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; T Or fubftance might be call'd that shadow feem'd,A For each feem'd either; black it ftood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart. Paradife Loft, book 2. 1. 666. Now ftorming fury rofe, And clamour fuch as heard in heav'n till now Ghoft. Paradife Loft, book 6. 1. 207. But that I am forbid To tell the fecrets of my prifon-houfe,ot I could a tale unfold, whofe lighteft word to Would harrow up thy foul, freeze thy young blood, Make Make thy two eyes, like ftars, start from their rfpheres, Thy knotty and combined locks to part, Hamlet, act 1. fc. 8. Gratiano. Poor Defdemona! I'm glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him; and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain. Did he live now, This fight would make him do a defp'rate turn: Yea, curfe his better angel from his fide, And fall to reprobation. Othello, act 5. fc. 8. ob Objects of horror must be excepted from the foregoing theory; for no defcription, however masterly, is fufficient to overbalance the disgust raised even by the idea of fuch an ject. Every thing horrible ought therefore to be avoided in a description. Nor is this a fevere law; the poet will avoid fuch fcenes for his own fake, as well as for that of his reader; and to vary his descriptions, nature affords plenty of objects that disgust us us in fome degree without raifing horror. I am obliged therefore to condemn the picture of fin in the fecond book of Paradife Loft, though drawn with a masterly hand, The original would be a horrible fpectacle; and the horror is not much foftened in the copy. 1 Penfive here I fat 1 Alone, but long I fat not, till my womb Forth iffu'd, brandifhing his fatal dart, Made to deftroy: I fled, and cry'd out Death; And in embraces forcible and foul And And hourly born, with forrow infinite To me; for when they lift, into the womb Before mine eyes in oppofition fits Grim Death, my fon and foe, who fets them on, Iago's character in the tragedy of Othello, is fo monftrous and fatanical, as not to be fufferable in a representation: not even Shakefpear's masterly hand can make the picture agreeable. Though the objects introduced in the following fcenes, are not altogether fo horrible as Sin is in Milton's picture; yet with every perfon of taste, difguft will be the prevailing emotion. Strophades Graio ftant nomine dicta Infulæ Ionio in magno: quas dira Celano, Harpyiæque Harpyiæque colunt aliæ: Phineia poftquam 4 Claufa domus, menfafque metu liquere priores. Triftius haud illis monftrum, nec fævior ulla Peftis et ira Deûm Stygiis fefe extulit undis. Virginei volucrum vultus, fœdiffima ventris Proluvies, uncæque manus, et pallida femper, Ora fame. 2 Huc ubi delati portus intravimus: ecce Sum patria ex Ithaca, comes infelicis Ulyffei, |