appear out of size, by hiding a young princess under her clothes.
While the kind nymph, changing her faultless shape,
Becomes unhandsome, handsomely to scape[1].
On the maids of honour in mourning.
Sadly they charm, and dismally they please[2].
His eyes so bright
Let in the object and let out the light[3].
The Gods look pale to see us look so red[4].
The Fairies and their queen,
In mantles blue came tripping o'er the green[5].
All nature felt a reverential shock,
The sea stood still to see the mountains rock[6].
CHAP. XI.
The figures continued: of the magnifying and diminishing figures.
A GENUINE writer of the profund, will take care never to magnify any object without clouding it at the same time; his thought will appear in a true mist, and very unlike what is in nature. It must always be remembered, that darkness is an essential quality of the profund, or if there chance to be a glimmering, it must be, as Milton expresses it,
No light, but rather darkness visible.
The chief figure of this sort is,
