“O thou, whatever title please thine ear,
“Dean, Drapier, &c.”
But in all these, and twenty other places, not a word is said by the editor.—I am ashamed of taking up the time of my readers in discussing such points as these. Such plain and direct imitations as Chatterton’s, could scarcely impose on a boy of fifteen at Westminster School.
In the Battle of Hastings we meet
“His noble soul came rushing from the wound—”
from Dryden’s Virgil—
“And the disdainful soul came rushing through the wound—[B*]”
and in Sir Charles Bawdin,
“And tears began to flow;”[1 ]
Dryden’s very words in Alexander’s Feast. But it was hardly possible, says the learned Commentator, for these thoughts to be expressed in any other words.