[159] "Here is a sentiment for the virtuous Huncamunca!" says Mr. D—s. And yet, with the leave of this great man, the virtuous Panthea, in Cyrus, hath a heart every whit as ample:
"For two I must confess are gods to me,
Which is my Abradatus first, and thee."—"Cyrus the Great."
Nor is the lady in Love Triumphant more reserved, though not so intelligible:
"I am so divided,
That I grieve most for both, and love both most."
[160] A ridiculous supposition to any one who considers the great and extensive largeness of hell, says a commentator; but not so to those who consider the great expansion of immaterial substance. Mr. Banks makes one soul to be so expanded, that heaven could not contain it.
"The heavens are all too narrow for her soul."—"Virtue Betrayed."
The Persian Princess hath a passage not unlike the author of this:
"We will send such shoals of murder'd slaves,