by other instances. Love, for example, in its infancy, rousing the imagination, prompts the heart to display itself in figurative language, and in si miles : Troilus. Tell me, Apollo, for thy Daphne's love, Again: Troilus and Cressida, Act 1. Sc. 1. Come, gentle Night; come, loving black-brow'd Night! Take him, and cut him out in little stars, Romeo and Juliet, Act III. Sc. 4. The dread of a misfortune, however imminent, involving always some doubt and uncertainty, agitates the mind, and excites the imagination : Wolsey. -Nay, then, farewell: I've touch'd the highest point of all my greatness, I haste now to my setting. I shall fall, Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 4. But it will be a better illustration of the present head, to give examples where comparisons are improperly introduced. I have had already occasion to observe, that similes are not the language of a man in his ordinary state of mind, despatching his daily and usual work. For that reason, the following speech of a gardener to his servants, is extremely improper: Go, bind thon up yon dangling apricots, Richard 11. Act III. Sc. 7. The fertility of Shakspeare's vein betrays him frequently into this error. There is the same impropriety in another simile of his : Hero. Good Margaret, run thee into the parlour; Much Ado about Nothing, Act III. Sc. 1. Rooted grief, deep anguish, terror, remorse, despair, and all the severe dispiriting passions, are declared enemies, perhaps not to figurative language in general, but undoubtedly to the pomp and solemnity of comparison. Upon that account, the simile pronounced by young Rutland, under a terror of death from an inveterate enemy, and praying mercy, is unnatural: So looks the pent-up lion o'er the wretch Third Part of Henry VI. Act I. Sc. 5. Nothing appears more out of place, nor more awkwardly introduced, than the following simile: Lucia.. -Farewell, my Portius, Farewell, though death is in the word, for-ever ! Portuis. Stay, Lucia, stay; what dost thou say, for-ever ? Lucia. Have I not sworn? If, Portius, thy success Must throw thy brother on his fate, farewell. Oh, how shall I repeat the word, for ever? Portius. Thus, o'er the dying lamp th' unsteady flame Hangs quivering on a point, leaps off by fits, And falls again, as loth to quit its hold.* -Thou must not go, my soul still hovers o'er thee, And can't get loose. Cato, Act III. Sc. 2. Nor doth the simile which closes the first act of the same tragedy make a better appearance; the situation there represented being too dispiriting for a simile. A simile is improper for one who dreads the discovery of a secret machination; Zara. The mute not yet return'd! Ha! 'twas the King, Mourning Bride, Act v. Sc. 3. A man spent and dispirited after losing a battle, is not disposed to heighten or illustrate his discourse by similes: York. With this we charg'd again; but out, alas! We bodg'd again; as I have seen a swan With bootless labour swim against the tide, And spend her strength with over-matching waves. The sands are number'd that make up my life, Third Part Henry VI, Act i. Sc. 8. Far less is a man disposed to similes who is not only defeated in a pitched battle, but lies at the point of death mortally wounded: * This simile would have a fine effect pronounced by the chorus in a Greek tragedy. Warwick. —~My mangled body shows My blood, my want of strength; my sick heart shows Whose top-branch over-peer'd Jove's spreading tree, Third Part, Henry VI. Act V. Sc. 3. Queen Katherine, deserted by the King, and in the deepest affliction on her divorce, could not be disposed to any sallies of imagination: and for that reason, the following simile, however beautiful in the mouth of a spectator, is scarce proper in her own: I am the most unhappy woman living, Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity, That once was mistress of the field, and flourish'd, King Henry VIII. Act III. Sc. 1. Similes thus unseasonably introduced, are finely ridiculed in the Rehearsal : Bayes. Now here she must make a simile. Smith. Where's the necessity of that, Mr. Bayes? Bayes. Because she's surpris'd; that's a general rule; you must ever make a simile when you are surpris'd; 'tis a new way of writing. A comparison is not always faultless even where it is properly introduced. I have endeavoured above to give a general view of the different ends to which a comparison may contribute: a comparison, like other human productions, may fall short of its aim; of which defect instances are not rare even among good writers; and to complete the present subject, it will be necessary to make some observations upon such faulty comparisons. I begin VOL. II. 201 with observing, that nothing can be more erroneous than to institute a comparison too faint: a distant resemblance or contrast fatigues the mind with its obscurity, instead of amusing it: and tends not to fulfil any one end of a comparison. The following similes seem to labour under this defect: Albus ut obscuro deterget nubila cœlo Molli, Plance, mero. Horat. Carm. 1. i. ode 7. -Medio dux agmine Turnus Vertitur arma tenens, et toto vertice supra est. Eneid, ix. 28. Talibus orabat, talesque miserrima fletus Fata obstant: placidasque viri Deus obstruit aures. Eneid, iv. 437. K. Rich. Give me the crown. Here, Cousin, seize the crown, Here, on this side, my hand; on that side, thine. Now is this golden crown like a deep well, That owes two buckets, filling one another; The emptier ever dancing in the air, The other down, unseen and full of water: Richard 11. Act IV. Sc. 3. |