| editor, The Lives of the Poets of Great Britain and Ireland (1753)
“ Herod. Alas! the pain We feel, whene’er we dispossess the soul Of that tormenting tyrant, far exceeds The rigour of his rule. Pheroras. With reason quell That haughty passion; treat it as your slave: Resume the monarch. The observation, which Herod makes upon this, is very affecting. The poet has drawn him so tortured with his passion, that he seems almost sufficiently punished, for the barbarity of cutting off the father and brother of Mariamne, Herod. ”
