Pindar nor Euripides ever wrote pamphlets against the Church of England, by G—! It won't do, Mr. Milton!
This, it may be supposed, is Mr. Masson's way of being funny and dramatic at the same time.
Good taste is shocked with this barbarous dissonance.
Could not the Muse defend her son?
Again, when Charles I., at Edinburgh, in the autumn and winter of 1641, fills the vacant English sees, we are told, It was more than an insult; it was a sarcasm!
It was as if the King, while giving Alexander Henderson his hand to kiss, had winked his royal eye over that reverend Presbyter's back!
Now one can conceive Charles II.
winking when he took the Solemn League and Covenant, but never his father under any circumstances.
He may have been, and I believe he was, a bad king, but surely we may take Marvell's word for it, that
He nothing common did or mean, upon any of the memorable scenes of his life.
The image is, therefore, out of all imaginative keeping, and vulgarizes the chief persona