(The pledge of love and other hope of Troy). His sire and mother smil'd with silent joy, And Hector hasten'd to relieve his boy; 151 Dismiss'd his burnish'd helm, that shone afar (The pride of warriors, and the pomp of war): Th' illustrious babe, thus reconcil'd, he took; Hugg'd in his arms, and kiss'd, and thus he spoke: "Parent of gods and men, propitious Jove, And you bright synod of the pow'rs above; On this my son your gracious gifts bestow; Grant him to live, and great in arms to grow; To reign in Troy, to govern with renown, To shield the people, and assert the crown: That, when hereafter he from war shall come, And bring his Trojans peace and triumph home, 163 Some aged man, who lives this act to see, And who in former times remember'd me, May say the son in fortitude and fame Outgoes the mark, and drowns his father's name: That at these words his mother may rejoice, And add her suffrage to the public voice." Thus having said, 170 He first with suppliant hands the gods ador'd, Then to the mother's arms the child restor❜d: With tears and smiles she took her son, and press'd Th' illustrious infant to her fragrant breast. He, wiping her fair eyes, indulg'd her grief, And eas'd her sorrows with this last relief: "My wife and mistress, drive thy fears away, Nor give so bad an omen to the day: Th' irrevocable doom of destiny. home, 180 As when some treasurer lays down the stick, Warrants are sign'd for ready money thick, And many desperate debentures paid, Which never had been, had his lordship stay'd; So now, this poet, who forsakes the stage, One warrant shall be sign'd for every man; fore ye. II If one by chance prove good in half a score, 20 Here's nothing you will like; no fustian No double-entendres, which you sparks allow, Seeming to fan their faces in cold weather. The beaux may think this nothing but vain praise; They'll find it something, the testator 32 To his worst foes he leaves his honesty, That they may thrive upon 't as much as he. He leaves his manners to the roaring boys, Who come in drunk, and fill the house with 20 I fear there are few Sanchos in the pit, Will take it for good payment on content. Therefore be warn'd, you misses and you masks, Look to your hits, nor give the first that asks. Tears, sighs, and oaths, no truth of passion prove; 30 SONG OF JEALOUSY I WHAT state of life can be so blest O Jealousy! 'Tis all from thee, O Jealousy! Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, Thou tyrant of the mind! II All other ills, tho' sharp they prove, Thou tyrant, tyrant Jealousy, 10 20 30 [This play by Congreve was first acted in November, 1693 (Malone, I, 1, 229; on the authority of Motteux's Gentleman's Journal). Of it Dryden writes as follows in a letter to Walsh: "His [Congreve's] Double Dealer is much censurd by the greater part of the Town: and is defended onely by the best judges, who, you know, are commonly the fewest yet it gets ground daily, and has already been acted Eight times." (Scott-Saintsbury edition, xviii, 189, 190.) To the first edition of the play, published in 1694, he prefixed the following fine poem, which shows his critical appreciation of the comedy and his personal affection for its author. Congreve fulfilled the charge laid upon him in the last lines, by editing an edition of Dryden's dramatic works, published in 1717.] WELL then, the promis'd hour is come at last; The present age of wit obscures the past: Strong were our sires, and as they fought they writ, Conqu❜ring with force of arms, and dint of wit; Theirs was the giant race, before the flood; And thus, when Charles return'd, our empire stood. Like Janus he the stubborn soil manur'd, With rules of husbandry the rankness cur'd; Tam'd us to manners, when the stage was rude; And boist'rous English wit with art indued. Our age was cultivated thus at length, 10 Yet, doubling Fletcher's force, he wants his ease. In differing talents both adorn'd their age; One for the study, t'other for the stage: But both to Congreve justly shall submit, One match'd in judgment, both o'ermatch'd in wit. In him all beauties of this age we see, Etherege his courtship, Southerne's purity, The satire, wit, and strength of Manly 30 J All this in blooming youth you have achiev'd, Nor are your foil'd contemporaries griev❜d. So much the sweetness of your manners other writers for the volume were Addison, Congreve, Prior, Dennis, Yalden, and Charles Dryden, the poet's son. A second edition of the volume, with the same title, but with many changes in the contents, appeared in 1708; and a third, with title-page reading, The Fourth Part of Miscellany Poems ... Publish'd by Mr. Dryden, and with further changes in the contents, in 1716. Tonson did not carry out his plan of an Annual Miscellany, perhaps because Dryden, now busy with his Virgil, was unable to give him further help. A fifth part of the series appeared, however, in 1704, after Dryden's death; and a sixth in 1709: second editions of these last two volumes were printed in 1716. Dryden reprinted his version of The Third Book of Virgil's Georgics, with very slight changes, in his complete Virgil. It is therefore omitted at this point. The epistle To Sir Godfrey Kneller was probably written as an acknowledgment of a painting of Shakespeare, copied from the well-known Chandos portrait, which Kneller had presented to Dryden see line 73 below. It was reprinted in the folio Poems and Translations, 1701, with the omission of lines 91-94, 115–123, 164, 165 of the Miscellany text, and with some minor changes of reading. It is at least doubtful whether these alterations were due to Dryden himself. The present text follows that of the Miscellany.] |