A forked mountain, or blue promontory

With trees upon't, that nod unto the world,

And mock our eyes with air: Thou hast seen these signs;

They are Black Vesper's Pageants."[191:A]

This illustrious critic, however, should have continued the quotation

somewhat further; for the next three lines include a piece of imagery immediately taken from the same source, and more worthy of remark than any preceding allusion:—

"Eros. Ay, my lord.

Ant. That, which is now a horse; even with a thought,

The Rack dislimns; and makes it indistinct,

As water is in water."[192:A]