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revolution which he had to witness both in church and state; but even this part of his conduct may cbaritably be attributed to a natural timidity and ditfidence in his disposition, which almost all his biographers agree in his possessing. According to Congreve, he was humane, compassionate, forgiving, and sincerely friendly. His reading extensive his memory tenacious, readily communicative, candid in his opinions of other writers, and patient under reprehension. He was distant to strangers and averse to intrusion. Of all men the most modest and easily discountenanc, ed in bis approaches either to his superiors or equals. In this eulogium Congreve may be considered as discharging an obligation imposed by Dryden, who in his verses on the Comedy of the “Double Dealer," says,
“Be kind to my remains; and o defend,
but shade those laurels which descend to you." An editor of Dryden's poems, remarks with great justice, that of his writings posterity has been just to his fame, and he now stands in full possession of that established reputation, so meritoriously dụe to the sprightliness of his wit, the liveliness of his imagination, the beauty of his sentiments and expression, but especially that improved harmony of his numbers, so happily begun by his predecessor Waller; and, if since brought to greater perfection by Mr. Pope, it has been owned by himself that Dryden was his model. The style of 'Tillotson was Dryden's prototype, on which he improved bis prose, so as to have become the most correct writer of his time.
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VENI CREATOR SPIRITUS, PARAPHRASED.
Creator spirit, by whose aid
O source of uncreated light,
Plenteous of grace, descend from high,
does heaven and earth command.
Refine and purge our earthly parts;
Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
Make us eternal truths receive,
give us thyself, that we may see
Immortal honour, endless fame,
MAC-FLECKNOE. All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey. This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, young was calld to empire, and had govern'd long: in
prose and verse, was own'd, without dispute, through all the realms of Nonsense, absolute. This aged prince, now flourishing in peace, and blest with issue of a large increase ; worn out with business, did at length debate to settle the succession of the state: and, pondering, which of all bis sons was fit to reign, and wage immortal war with wit, cry'd, ' T is resolv'd; for nature pleads, that he
only rule, who most resembles me. Shadwell alone my perfect image bears, mature in dulness from his tender years : Shadwell alone, of all my sons, is he who stands confirm'd in full stupidity. The rest to some faint meaning make pretence, but Shad well never deviates into sense, Some beams of wit on other souls may fall, strike through, and make a lucid interval: but Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, his rising fogs prevail upon the day.
Besides, his godly fabric fills the eye, and seems design'd for thoughtless majesty: thoughtless as monarch oaks, that shade the plain, and spread in solemn state supinely reign. Heywood and Shirley were but types of thee, thou last great prophet of tautology! Ev’n 1, a dunce of more renown than they, was sent before but to prepare thy way; and coarsely clad in Norwich drugget, came to teach the nations in thy greater name. My warbling lute, the lute l whilom strung,' when to king John of Portugal I sung, was but the prelude to that glorious day, when thou on silver Thames didst cut thy way, with well-tim'd oars before the royal barge, swell’d with the pride of thy celestial charge; and, big with hymn, commander of an host, the like was ne'er in Epsom blankets tost. Methinks I see the new Arion sail, the lute still trembling underneath thy nail, at thy well-sharpened thumb from shore to shore the trebles sqeak for fear, the bases roar: Echoes from Pissing-Alley, Shadwell call, and Shadwell they resound from Aston-Hall, About thy boat the little fishes throng, as at the morning toast that floats along. Sometimes, as prince of thy harmonious band, thou wield'st thy papers in thy threshing hand, St. Andre's feet 'ne'er kept more equal time, not eu?n the feet of thy own Pysche's rhyme: though they in numbers as in sense excel; so just, so like tautology they fell, that, pale with envy, Singleton foreswore the lute and sword, which he in triumph bore, and vow'd he ne'er'would act Villerius more.'
Here stopt the good old sire, and wept for joy, in silent raptures of the hopeful boy. All arguments, but most his plays, persuade, that for anointed dulness he was inade.
Close to the walls which fair Augusta bind, (the fair Augusta much to tears inclin'd) an ancient fabric rais'd t'inform the sight, there stood of yore, and Barbican it hight ; a watch-tower once; but now, so fate ordains, of all the pile an empty name remains : from it's old ruins brothel-houses rise, scenes of lewd loves, and of polluted joys, where their vast courts the mother-strumpets keep, and, undisturb’d by watch, in silence sleep. Near those a nursery erects it's head, where queens are form’d, and future heroes bred; where unfledg’d actors learn to laugh and cry, wbere infant punks their tender voices try, and little Maximins the gods defy. Great Fletcher never treads in buskins here, por greater Jonson dare in socks appear; but gentle Simkin just reception finds amidst this monument of vanish'd minds: pure clinches the suburbian Muse affords, and Panton waging harmless war with words. Here Flecknoe, as a place to fame well known, ambitiously design'd his Shadwell's throne. For ancient Decker prophecy'd long since, that in this pile should reign a mighty prince, born for a scourge of wit, and fail of sense, to whom true dulness should some Pysches owe, but worlds of misers from his pen should flow: humourists and hypocrites it should produce, whole Raymond families, and tribes of Bruce.