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Dryden and Pope have given their fanction in his favour, to whom he was perfonally known : a circumstance greatly to his advantage ; for had there been no personal friendthip, there is reasca to believe, their encomiums would have been lefs lavish ; at least, his works do not carry fo bizə an idca of him as they have done.

His works are not numerous. In prose he wrote a Dialngue concerning Women, being a Defor: of the Fair Sex, addressed to Eugenia, printed in 1991. This is the most confiderable of his produce tions, and is highly commended by Dryden in a preface which he prefixed to it.

"I was noe ignorant," says that great critic, " that he was naturaliy ingenious, and that he had improved himself by travelling; and from thence I might reasonably have expected that siof gallantry which is so visibly diffused through the body of the work, and is indeed the foul that animates all things of this nature; but so much variety of reading, both in ancient and modera autho-s, such digestion of that reading, so much justness of thought, that it leaves no room for affectation or pedantry I may venturc :o say, are not over common among practised writers, and very rarely to be found among beginners"

In 1692, he published “ A Colieetion af Letters and Poems, amorous and gallant;" to which he per fixed a very judicious preface upon epistolary composition and amorous pneury.

In 1697, he wrote an Ejay on Pafioral Poetry, with a short defence of Virgil, againlt fume of the refe ions of Fontenelle, which is pr«fixed to Dryden's translation of Virgil's Pastorals.

A small posthumous piece of his composition, entitled Æjcuiapius, or ibe Hospital of Feel, it įmitation of Lucian, was printed in 1714.

His poems were reprinted among the works of the mioor poets, in 2 vols. 1200. 1749. They conlist chiefly of elegies, epitaphs, odes and songs, which are in general elegant, though not grcal His Golden Age Refiored, in particular, bas fonie humour; and his Imitation of Horace is, for the most part, happily turned.

“ He is known more," says Dr. Johnson, “ by his familiariry with great men, than by any thirz done or written by himlelf. In all his writings there are pleasing passages. He has, huwels, more clegance than vigour, and seldom riseş bigher than to be pretty."



It has been so usual among modern authors to the place of her birth. I know it is natural for a write prefaces, that a man is thought rude to his lover, in transports of jealousy, to treat his mis. reader, who does not give him some account be-tress with all the violence imaginable ; but I cannot fore-hand of what he is to exped in the bok. think it natural for a man, who is much in love, to

The greatest part of this collection consists of amuse himself with fuch trifies as the other, I am amorous verses. Those who are conversant with pleased with Tibullus, when he says, he could the writings of the ancients, will obsorve a great live in a desart with his mistress, where never any difference between what they and the moderns human footsteps appeared, because I doubt not but have published upon this fubject. The occasions he really thinks that he lays; bue I confefs I can upon which the poems of the former are written, hardly forbear laughing, when Petrarch tells us, are such as happen to every man almoit that is in he could live without any other sustenance than love; and the thoughts such as are natural for eve. his mistress's looks. I can very calily believe, a sy man in love to think. The moderns, on the man may love a woman fo well, as to desire no other hand, have foughe one for occasions that company but her's; but I can never believe, none meet with but themselves; and fill their a man can love a woman fo well, as to have verses with thoughts that are surprising and glit- no need of meat and drink, if he may look uptering, but not tender, paflionate, or natural to a on her. The first is a thought so natural for a man in love.

lover, that there is no mani really in love, but To judge which of these two are in the right, thinks the same thing: the other is not the thought we ought to consider the end thae people propose of a man in love, but of a man who would imin writing love verses; and that I take not to be posc upon us with a pretended love, (and that the getting fame or admiration from the world, indeed very grossly too) while he had really nond but the obtaining the love of their mistref-; and at all. the best way I conceive to make her love yru, is It would be endless to pursue this point; and to convince her that you love her. Now this cer- any man who will but give himself the trouble to tainly is not to be done by forced conceits, far. compare what she ancients and moderns have faid fetched fimilies, and fhining points; but bý a true upon the same occasions, will soon perceive the and lively representation of the pains and thoughes advantage the former have over the others. I attending such a passion.

have chosen to mention Petrarch cnly, as being

by much the most famous of all the moderns who Si vis me flere, dolendum est

have written love-verses, and it is, indeed, the * Primum ipli tibi, tune cua me infortunia lædent." great reputation which he has gotten, that has

given encouragement to this falle fort of wit in I would as soon believe a widow in great grief the world : for people, seeing the great credit for her husband, because I saw her dance a corant he had, and has indeed to this day, not only int abrur his coffin, as believe a man in love with his Italy, but over all Europe, have fatisfied them mistress for his writing such verses as some great felves with the imitation of him, never inquiring modern wies have done upon theirs.

whether the way he took was right or not. I am satisfied that Carullus, Tibullus, Proper There are no modern writers, perhaps, who tius, and Ovid, were in love with their mistreffes, have succeeded better iu love-verses than the Enga while they upbraid theni, quarrel with them, lidh; and it is indeed juft, that the faireft ladies threaten them, and forfwear them ; but I confefs Mould inspire the best poets. Never was there a I cannot believe Petrarch in love with his, when more copious fancy, or greater reach of wit, than he writes conceits upon her name, her gloves, and what appears in Dr. Donoe; nothing can be more

“ laid,

gillant or genteel, than the poems of Mr. Wal- | be still in such a manner, as if the occafion offer Jer; nothing more gay or sprightly, than those of ed itself, and was not fought, and proceeded raSir John Suckling; and nothing fuller of variety ther from the violence of the shepherd's pallion, and learning, than Mr. Cowley's. However, it than any natural pride or malice in him. may be observed, that among all these, that tender There ought to be the fame difference observed ness, and violence of passion, which the ancients between pastorals and elegies, as between the life thought most proper for love-verset, is wanting : of the country and the court. In the firt, love and, at the same time that we must allow Dr. ought to be represented as among thepherdi, in Donne to have been a very great wit, Mr. Waller the other, as among gentlemen. They ought to a very gallant writer, Sir John Suckling a very be smooth, clear, tender, and passionate. The gay one, and Mr. Cowley a great genius, yet, thoughts may be bold, more gay, and more elemethinks, I can hardly fancy any one of them to vated, than in pastoral. The pallions they reprehave been a very great lover. And it griçves me, sent, either more gallant or more violent, and lela that the ancients, who could never have hand. innocent than the others. The subjects of thee, somer women than we have, should, nevertheless, prayers, praises, expoftulations, quarrels, reconcilebe so much more in love than we are. But, it is ments, threatenings, jealousies, and, in fine, all the probable, the great reason of this may be the natural effects of love. cruelty of our ladies; for a man must be impru Lyrics may be allowed to handle all the same dent indeed, to let his paffion take very deep rout, Subjects with elegy, but to do it, however, in a when he has no reason to expect any sort of re different manner. An elegy ought to be so coturn to it. And if it be fo, there ought to be a tirely one thing, and every verse ought fo to do perition made to the fair, that they would be pend upon the other, that they should not be able pleafed sometimes to abate a little of their rigour to subsist alone; or, to make use of the words of for the propagation of good verse. I do not mean a great modern critic , there mut bc that they should confer their favours upon none but men of wit, that would be too great a con -- a just coherence made finement indeed ; but that they would admit them “ Between cach thought, and the whole model upon the same foot with other peoplc; and if they please now and then to make the experiment, “ So righe, that every step may higher rile, I farcy they will find entertaigment enough from “ Like goodly mountains, till they reach the the very variety of it.

“ skies. There are three sorts of poems that are proper for love : pastorals, elegies, and lyric verses; un Lyrics, on the other hand, though they ought der which last, I comprehend all songs, odes, fon to make one body as well as the other, yet may nets, madigrals, and stanzas.

Of all these, pas conlik of parts that are entire of themselves. Is toral is the lowest, and, upon that account, pere being a rule in modern languages, that every faphaps moit proper for love; Gnce it is the nature za ought to niake up a complete sense, without of that pasion, to render the foul soft and hum- running into the other. Frequent fentebees, ble. These three forts of poems ought to differ, which are accounted faults in elegics, are beauties not only in their numbers, but in the designs, and here. Belides this, Malherbe, and the French in every thought of them. Though we have no poets afer him, have made it a rule in the Aanzas difference between the verses of paltoral and ele. of fix lincs, to make a pause at the third; and in gy in the modern languages, yet the numbers of those of ten lines, at the third and the seventh. the first ought to be looser, and not so fonorous And, it must be confefícd, that this cradies as the other; the thoughts more timple, more readers them much more musical and harmoeasy, and more humble. The design ought to be the nious; though they have not always been to reprefenting the life of a shepherd, not only by talk religious in observing the latter rule as the furing of theep and fields, but by shewing us the truth, fincerity, and innocence, that accompanies that But 1 ans engaged in a very vaid, or a very sort of life; for though I know our masters, foolish design: those who are critics, it would be Theocritus and Virgil, have not always conformi. a preluniption in me to pretend I could inftrud; ed in this point of innocence, Theocritus, in his and to initruct those who are not, at the fame Daphois, having made his love too wanton, and time I write myself, is (if I miay be allowed Virgil, in his Alexis, placed his passion upin a boy, † to apply another man's limik) like selling arms to yet if we may be allowed to censure those whom

an enemy in time of war : though there ougbi, we must always reverence) I take both those perhaps, to be more indulgence thewn to things things to be fauits in their poems, and ihould have

of love and gallantry chan any others, because been better pleased with the Alexis, if it had been they are generally written when people are yours, Inace to a woman; and with the Daphnis, if he and intended for ladies who are not supposed to had made his shepherd more modeft. When I be very old; and all young peopic, especially of give humility and modesty as the character of the fair fex, are inore raken with the livelines of pastoral, it is not, however, but that a shepherd fancy, than the correctness of judgment, le ray may be allowed to boast of his pipe, his songs, his be allo obferved, that to write of love well, * Rocks, and to thew a contempt of his rival, as we fic boch Thcocritus aud Virgil do. But this must

# Lord Mulgrave.


man must be really in love; and to correct his and if they do not, all the commendations the writings well, he must be out of love again. I critics can give them will make but very little am well enough fatisfied I may be in circumstances amends. All I shall say for these crifles is, that I of writing of love, but I am almost in despair of pretend not to vie with any man whatsoever. I ever being in circumstances of correcting it. doubt not but there are several now living who This I hope may be a reafoo for the fair and the are able to write better on all subjects than young to pass over some of the faults; and as for I am upon any one : but I will take the boldthe grave and wise, all the favour I shall beg of ness to say, that there is no one man among thein them is, that they would not read them. Things of all, who shall be readier to acknowledge his own this nature are calculated only for the former. If faults, or to do justice to the merits of other love-verses work upon the ladics, a man will not people. Gouble himself with what the critics say of them; s

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P 0 E M S.



EPIGRA M. Go, little book, and to the world impart

Written in a Lady's Table-boek. The faithful image of an amorous heart : Those who love's dear deluding pains have With what Irange raptures would my foul be known,

blest, May in my fatal stories read their own.

Were but her book an emblem of her breaft! Those who have liv'd from all its torments free,

As I from that all former marks efface, May find the thing they never felt, by ine.

And, uncontrol'd, put new ones in their place; Perhaps, advis'd, avoid the gilded bait,

So might I chace all others from her heart, And, warn'd by my example, shun ny fate :

And my own image in the stead impart. While with calm joy, fase landed on the coast,

But ah! how short the bliss would prove, if be I view the waves on which I once was tost.

Who seiz'd it next, might do the same by me!
Love is a medley of endearments, jars,
Suspicions, quarrel», reconcilements, wars ;
Then pesce again. Oh! would it not be best

To chace the fatal poison from our breall?
But since so few can live from passion frce,
Happy the man, and only happy he,

To bis Mistress.
U'ho with such lucky stars begins his love,
That his cool judgment does his choice approve. While those bright eyes subdue where'er you
Ill-grounded pallions quickly wear away ;

What's built upun esteem can ne'er decay. And, as you please, can either fave or kill;

What youth lo bold the conquest to delign?
What wealth so great to purchase hearts liks

thine ?

None but the Muse that privilege can claim;
And what you give in love, return in fame.
Riches and tiles with your life must end;

Nay, cannot ev'n in life your fame defend:
Let the dull merchant cursc his angry fate, Verle can give fame, can fading beauties save,
And from the winds and waves his fortune wait : And, after death, redeem them from the grave :
Let the loud lawyer break his brains, and be Embalm'd in verle, through distant times they
A llave to wrangling coxconibs, for a fee :

comc, Let the rough toidier fight his prince's fues,

Preserv'l, like bees within an amber tomb. And for a livelihood his life expole :

Poets (like monarchs on an eastern throne, I wage no war; I plead no cause, but Love's; Refraiu'd by nothing but their will alone) I fear no storinis but what Celinda moves.

Here can cry up, and there as boldly blame, And what grave censor can ny choice def; ise ? And, as they please, give infamy or famc. But here, fair charmer, here the difference lies : In vain the 'Tyrian queen refigns her life, The merchant, after all his hazards patt,

For the bright glory of a spotless wife, Enjoys the fruit of his long toils at lait;

If lying bards may salle amours rehearse, The soldier high in his king's favour stards,

And blast her name with arbitrary verse; And, after having long obey'd, commands; While + one, who all the absence of her lord The lawyer, to reward his cedious care,

Had her wide courts with presling lovers (tor', Roars on the bench, that babbled at the bar : Yet, by a poet grac'd, in deathlets shymes, While I take pains to mect a fute more hard, Stands a chaite pattern to succeeding uimes. And reap no fruit, no favour, no reward.


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