'Tis strange to me that our Pastoral Writers should make no Distinction
between their SOFT when they write Pastories, and when they write Epick
Poetry. This in Philips is the Epick Softness, or what we call the
Beautiful sometimes in Epick Poetry in Opposition to the Sublime.
Breath soft ye Winds, ye Waters gently flow;
Shield her ye Trees, ye Flow'rs around her grow, &c.
And this which also is the Sixth Pastory.
Once Delia lay, on easy Moss reclin'd, Her lovely Limbs half bare, and rude the Wind, &c.
This also is of the same kind of SOFT.
A Girland deckt in all the Pride of May, Sweet as her Breath, and as her Beauty Gay, &c.
But Instances were endless. In Opposition to this kind of Soft, I shall quote out of Spencer some Passages which have the truest Softness. For such that Author has, beyond any in the World, tho' perhaps not very often. He begins his last Pastory thus.
A gentle Shepherd sate besides a Spring, All in the shadow of a bushy Breer, &c.
And his first he begins thus.
A Shepherd's Boy (no better do him call) &c.