sion, as could be expected if he was perfectly free from that shackle."
Another part of this Essay will convict the following stanza of, what every reader will discover in it, "involuntary burlesque."
The shatter'd mast,
The syrt, the whirlpool, and the rock,
The breaking spout,
The stars gone out,
The boiling streight, the monster's shock.
But would the English poets fill quite so many volumes, if all their productions were to be tried, like this, by an elaborate essay on each particular species of poetry of which they exhibit specimens?
If Young be not a lyrick poet, he is at least a critick in that sort of poetry; and, if his lyrick poetry can be proved bad, it was first proved so by his own criticism. This surely is candid.
Milbourne was styled by Pope "the fairest of criticks," only because he exhibited his own version of Virgil to be compared with Dryden's which he condemned, and with which every reader had it otherwise in his
