The current
— Dove, William
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
Gentleman's Journal
Date
1693
Metaphor
The current
Metaphor in Context
Since Inspiration's ceas'd, I fain would know
To whom thy wondrous store of Wit we owe?
'Tis more than e'er Philosophy could teach,
How Imperfection should Perfection reach;
Yet while thy Works with native Glory shine,
And sprightly Phrazes render them divine,
We thou'rt sprung from the Prophetic Line.
How smooth the Current of thy Fancy glides!
It never ebbs, and knows no boist'rous Tides;
No lofty nonsense in thy Play appears,
With shew of Wit to please unskilful Ears, etc.
To whom thy wondrous store of Wit we owe?
'Tis more than e'er Philosophy could teach,
How Imperfection should Perfection reach;
Yet while thy Works with native Glory shine,
And sprightly Phrazes render them divine,
We thou'rt sprung from the Prophetic Line.
How smooth the Current of thy Fancy glides!
It never ebbs, and knows no boist'rous Tides;
No lofty nonsense in thy Play appears,
With shew of Wit to please unskilful Ears, etc.
Categories
Provenance
Reading the introduction to the play in The Complete Plays of William Congreve (U. of C. Press, 1967)
Theme
Stream of Consciousness
Date of Entry
03/15/2004
Date of Review
09/27/2006
