Ta’en from the kisses of the amorous sun’—
is the same as Cleopatra’s—
‘But I that am with Phœbus’ amorous pinches black’—&c.
Eleazar’s sarcasm,
——‘These dignities,
Like poison, make men swell; this rat’s-bane honour,
Oh, ’tis so sweet! they’ll lick it till they burst’—
shews the utmost virulence of smothered spleen; and his concluding strain of malignant exultation has been but tamely imitated by Young’s Zanga.
‘Now tragedy, thou minion of the night,
Rhamnusia’s pewfellow,[[17]] to thee I’ll sing,