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Without a tongue, using conceit alone,
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Midsummer Night's Dream.
B E IN
S the genius of Shakespear, through
the whole extent of the Poet's province, is the object of our enquiry, we should do him great injustice, if we did not attend to his peculiar felicity in those fictions and inventions, from which Poetry derives its highest distinction, and from whence it first assumed its pretensions to divine inspiration, and appeared the associate of Religion.
The ancient Poet was admitted into the fynod of the Gods: he discoursed of their natures, he repeated their counsels, and, without the charge of impiety or presumption, disclosed their dissensions, and published their vices: He peopled the woods with