Mr. J. Pulteney,” then a quotation from Cicero and the imprint,—“London Printed by N.T. for John Holford Bookseller in the Pall Mall over against St. Alban's Street, 1680.” This volume is duodecimo size and the translation is rather colloquial. For our present purpose Chap. VIII is the most interesting. It is headed: “Of Loftiness drawn from Circumstances” and the text reads as follows: “when Sapho [sic] would express the disorders of love, she calls to mind all the accidents which are either inherent or consequential to this Passion, but singles out such chiefly, as declare the excessive violence thereof.
‘Bless’d is the man, thrice bless’d who sits by thee,
Enjoys thy tongue’s soft melting harmony
Sees silent joys sit smiling on thy brow;
The Gods themselves do not such pleasure know:
When thou appears’t, streight at my heaving heart
My bloud boils up, and runs through every part,
Into such Extasies of Joy, I’m thrown,
My voice forsakes me and I’m speechless grown;—
A heavy darkness hovers o’er my eyes
From my pale cheeks, the coward colour flies;
Intranc’d I lie, panting for want of breath
And shake as in an Agony of death.
Yet since I'm wretched, I must dare, etc.’
“Don’t you wonder how she brings together all these different things, the Soul, Body, Speech, Looks, etc., as if
