A continued Affectation of far-fetch'd and quaint
Simile's, which runs thro' almost all these Characters, makes 'em
appear like so many Pieces of mere Grotesque; and the Reader must
not expect to find Persons describ'd as they really are, but rather
according to what they are thought to be like.
This Censure may be thought hard; but yet it leaves Room for some
Exceptions: And that I may do Justice to Merit, where it is really
due, I shall here set down one of those Characters, which seem'd to me
to be exquisite in its Kind. And this I shall the rather do, because
the Book it self is not in every body's Hands. The Image is taken from
low Life; 'tis a beautiful Description of Nature in its greatest
Simplicity, and 'tis the more beautiful because 'tis natural.
A fayre and happy MILKE MAID.
Is a Country Wench, that is so farre from making herselfe
beautifull by Art, that one Looke of hers is able to put all
_Face-Physicke_ out of Countenance. Shee knowes a fayre Looke is but
a dumbe Orator to commend Vertue, therefore mindes it not. All her
Excellencies stand in her so silently, as if they had stolne upon her
without her Knowledge.
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