that our deaths can fupply but few materials for a poet. In the fate of princes the publick has an intereft; and what happens to them of good or evil, the poets have always confidered as business for the Mufe. But after fo many inauguratory gratulations, nuptial hymns, and funeral dirges, he must be highly favoured by nature, or by fortune, who fays any thing not faid before. Even war and conqueft, however fplendid, fuggeft no new images; the triumphal chariot of a victorious monarch can be decked only with thofe ornaments that have graced his prede ceffors. Not only matter but time is wanting. The poem must not be delayed till the occafion is forgotten. The lucky moments of animated imagination cannot be attended; elegances and illustrations cannot be multiplied by gradual accumulation; the composition must be dispatched while converfation is yet bufy, and admiration fresh; and hafte is to be made, left fome other event fhould lay hold upon mankind, Occafional compofitions may however fecure to a writer the praise both of learning and facility; for they cannot be the effect of long ftudy, and must be furnished immediately from the treasures of the mind. The death of Cromwell was the firft publick event which called forth Dryden's poetical powers. His heroick ftanzas have beauties and defects; the thoughts are vigorous, and though not always proper, fhew a mind replete with ideas; the numbers are smooth, and the diction, if not altogether correct, is elegant and eafy. Davenant was perhaps at this time his favourite author, though Gondibert never appears to have been been popular; and from Davenant he learned to please his ear with the ftanza of four lines alternately rhymed. Dryden very early formed his verfification: there are in this early production no traces of Donne's or Jonfon's ruggednefs; but he did not fo foon free his mind from the ambition of forced conceits. In his verfes on the Reftoration, he fays of the King's exile, He, tofs'd by Fate Could tafte no fweets of youth's desired age, But found his life too true a pilgrimage. And afterwards, to fhew how virtue and wisdom are increased by adverfity, he makes this remark: Well might the ancient poets then confer His praife of Monk's dexterity comprises fuch a clufter of thoughts unallied to one another, as will not elsewhere be easily found: 'Twas Monk, whom providence design'd to loose How : How hard was then his tafk, at once to be The charge of mufcles, nerves, and of the brain, Till fome fafe crifis authorize their skill. He had not yet learned, indeed he never learned well, to forbear the improper use of mythology, After having rewarded the heathen deities for their care, With Alga who the facred altar ftrows? To all the fea-gods Charles an offering owes; He tells us, in the language of religion, Prayer ftorm'd the fkies, and ravifh'd Charles from thence, As heaven itself is took by violence. And afterwards mentions one of the moft awful paf, fages of Sacred Hiftory. Other conceits there are, too curious to be quite omitted; as, For by example moft we finn'd before, And, glass-like, clearnefs mix'd with frailty bore. How How far he was yet from thinking it neceffary to found his fentiments on Nature, appears from the extravagance of his fictions and hyperboles. The winds, that never moderation knew, It is no longer motion cheats your view; I know not whether this fancy, however little 'be its His poem on the Coronation has a more even tenour of thought, Some lines deferve to be quoted : You have already quench'd fedition's brand, Here may be found one particle of that old verfification, of which, I believe, in all his works, there is not another: Nor is it duty, or our hope alone, In the verses to the lord chancellor Clarendon, two years afterwards, is a conceit fo hopeless at the first 5 view, view, that few would have attempted it; and fo fuc That, though your orbs of different greatness be, His to enclose, and yours to be enclos'd, The comparison of the Chancellor to the Indies leaves all refemblance too far behind it ; And as the Indies were not found before There is another comparison, for there is little else in the poem, of which, though perhaps it cannot be explained into plain profaick meaning, the mind perceives enough to be delighted, and readily forgives its obfcurity, for its magnificence: How ftrangely active are the arts of peace, Such |