[152] Mr. F. imagines this parson to have been a Welsh one, from his simile.
[153] Our author hath been plundered here, according to custom:
"Great nature, break thy chain that links together
The fabric of the world, and make a chaos
Like that within my soul."—"Love Triumphant."
"Startle Nature, unfix the globe,
And hurl it from its axletree and hinges."—"Albion Queens."
"The tott'ring earth seems sliding off its props."
"D—n your delay, ye torturers, proceed: