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34 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.

On the maids of honour in mourning.

Sadly they charm, and dismally they please. His eyes so bright Let in the object and let out the light. The Gods look pale to see us look so red. The Fairies and their queen, In mantles blue came tripping o'er the green. All nature felt a reverential shock, The sea stood still to see the mountains rock.

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, The