Capitolo 72
and the conditions. Moliere, as we am said from Monsieur Boileau, used
light all of his/her comedies to an old woman as that it was his/her housewife
she sat with him to his/her job from the fireplace-angle, and it was able
you guess the success of his/her play in the theater from the reception
he/she met him to his/her fireside of the hearth; for him it always tells us the public succession
the old woman, and he/she never succeeded in laughing in the same place.
I don't know anything that anymore the shows the main point and inherent
perfection of the simplicity of thought, above of what I call the
Gothic way in writing, that this, that the first one arranges everybody
son-in-laws of palates and the second only as you/he/she has formed to
them an artificial and wrong taste on the small fantastic authors and
writers of epigram. Homer, Virgil or Milton till now as the
language of their poems is understood, it will clearly arrange a reader of
common sense that neither it would season neither he/she would understand an epigram of
Martial, or a poem of Cowley; then, on the contrary one, a song to the agenda
or danced that it is the delight of the common people you/he/she cannot fail
please such all readers as it is not I deprive some necessary requisite for the fun
from their affectation of the ignorance; and the reason is simple, because
the same paintings of nature that it recommends him/it to the more to the agenda
reader will appear beautiful to the most refined.
The old song of "Chevy-hunting" it is the ballad of favourite of the ground of common ownership
people of England, and it said Jonson Dentro he had it has rather
is his author that of all of his/her jobs. Mr. Phillip Sidney, in
its dissertation of Poetry, speaks of him to the following words: "ME
it never felt the old song of Percy and Douglas that I have not founded mine
heart more moved that with a trumpet; and you/he/she is still sung by some
blind crowder without voice rawwer than ill-mannered style that being this way
bad apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, that that