The gloomy comparisons of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.—Junius: Letter No. viii. To Sir W. Draper.
[412:3] At the conclusion of one of Mr. Burke's eloquent harangues, Mr. Cruger, finding nothing to add, or perhaps as he thought to add with effect, exclaimed earnestly, in the language of the counting-house, "I say ditto to Mr. Burke! I say ditto to Mr. Burke!"—Prior: Life of Burke, p. 152.
[412:4] See Sir Thomas Browne, page [219].
CHARLES CHURCHILL. 1731-1764.
He mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone.
The Rosciad. Line 322.
But, spite of all the criticising elves,
Those who would make us feel—must feel themselves.[412:5]
The Rosciad. Line 961.