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This Image too very often occurs;

------Bright as when thy Eye
'First lighted up our Loves.
Aurengzebe. This not a Crown alone lights up my Name.
Busiris.

There is great Dissension among the Poets concerning the Method of making Man. One tells his Mistress that the Mold she was made in being lost, Heaven cannot form such another. Lucifer, in Dryden, gives a merry Description of his own Formation;

Whom Heaven neglecting, made and scarce design'd,
But threw me in for Number to the rest.
State of Innocency.

In one Place, the same Poet supposes Man to be made of Metal;

I was form'd
Of that coarse Metal, which when she was made,
The Gods threw by for Rubbish.
All for Love.

In another, of Dough;

When the Gods moulded up the Paste of Man,
Some of their Clay was left upon their Hands,
And so they made Egyptians.
Cleomenes.

In another of Clay;

—Rubbish of remaining Clay.
Sebastian.

One makes the Soul of Wax;

Her waxen Soul begins to melt apace.
Anna Bullen.

Another of Flint.

Sure our two Souls have somewhere been acquainted
In former Beings, or struck out together,
One Spark to Africk flew, and one to Portugal.
Sebastian.

To omit the great Quantities of Iron, Brazen and Leaden Souls which are so plenty in modern Authors—I cannot omit the Dress of a Soul as we find it in Dryden;

Souls shirted but with Air.
King Arthur.

Nor can I pass by a particular sort of Soul in a particular sort of Description, in the New Sophonisba.

Ye mysterious Powers,
—Whether thro' your gloomy Depths I wander,
Or on the Mountains walk; give me the calm,
The steady smiling Soul, where Wisdom sheds
Eternal Sun-shine, and eternal Joy.

This Line Mr. Banks has plunder'd entire in his Anna Bullen.

Good Heaven, the Book of Fate before me lay,
But to tear out the Journal of that Day.
Or if the Order of the World below,
Will not the Gap of one whole Day allow,
Give me that Minute when she made her Vow.
Conquest of Granada.