Marcia

   's (or rather Mr.

    Addison

   's) beautiful Simile at the End of the first Act of

    Cato

   , is scarcely to be forgiven.

   What then would a Work be, that was filled with far-fetched and Problematick Thoughts? How infinitely superior to all such dazling Ideas, are these simple and natural Words of

    Monimia

   to her angry Brother?

    Look kindly on me then. I cannot bear

    Severity; it daunts, and does amaze me:

    My Heart's so tender, should you charge me rough,

    I should but weep, and answer you with sobbing.

    But use me gently, like a loving Brother,

    And search through all the Secrets of my Soul.

   Or these of

    Brutus

   , when he receives the News of his Wife's Death:

    Brutus.

     Now, as you are a

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