NOTES ON MILTON

(Continued from Vol. ii., p. 53.)*Il Penseroso.* On l. 8 (G.):— "Fantastic swarms of dreams there hover'd, Green, red, and yellow, tawney, black, and blue; They make no noise, but right resemble may Th' unnumber'd moats that in the sun-beams play." *Sylvester's Du Bartas.* Cælia, in Beaumont and Fletcher's *Humorous Lieutenant*, says,— "My maidenhead to a mote in the sun, he's jealous." Act iv. Sc. 8. On l. 35. (G.) Mr. Warton might have found a happier illustration of his argument in Ben Jonson's *Every Man in his Humour*, Act i. Sc. 3.:— "Too conceal such real ornaments as these, and shadow…