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tended no more than to put the Reader in mind what respect was due to any thing that fell from the pen of Mr. Waller. I have heard his laft printed copies, which are added in the several editions of his poems, very flightly spoken of; but certainly they do not deferve it. They do indeed discover themselves to be his last, and that is the worst we can say of them. He is there * Jam fenior; fed cruda Deo viridifque fenectus.

The fame cenfure perhaps will be paffed on the pieces of this Second Part. I fhall not fo far engage for them, as to pretend they are all equal to whatever he wrote in the vigor of his youth: yet, they are fo much of a piece with the rest, that any man will at first fight know them to be Mr. Waller's. Some of them were wrote very early, but not put into former collections, for reasons obvious enough, but which are now ceafed. The play † was altered to please the Court: it is not to be doubted who fat for the Two Brothers' characters. It was agreeable to the sweetness of Mr. Waller's temper, to foften the rigor of the Tragedy, as he expreffes it: but, whether it be fo agreeable to the nature of Tragedy itself, to make every thing comeoff eafily, I leave to the Critics. In the Prologue, and Epilogue, there are a few verses that he has made ufe of upon another occafion: but, the Reader may be pleased to allow that in Him, that has been allowed fo long in Homer, and Lucretius. Exact writers drefs up their

* Virg. Æn. vi. 304.

"The Maid's Tragedy;" which does not come within the plan of the prefent publication.


thoughts fo very well always, that, when they have need of the fame fenfe, they cannot put it into other words, but it must be to its prejudice. Care has been taken in this Book to get together every thing of Mr. Waller's that is not put into the former collection: fo that between both, the Reader may make the fet complete.

It will perhaps be contended after all, that some of these ought not to have been published: and Mr. * Cowley's decifion will be urged, that a neat tomb of marble is a better monument than a great pile of rubbifh. It might be answered to this, that the Pictures, and Poems, of great Masters have been always valued, ́ though the last hand were not put to them. And I believe none of those Gentlemen that will make the objection, would refuse a sketch of Raphael's, or one of Titian's draughts of the first sitting. I might tell them too, what care has been taken by the learned, to preserve the fragments of the antient Greek and Latin Poets there has been thought to be a Divinity in what they faid; and therefore the least pieces of it have been kept up, and reverenced like religious reliques. And, I am fure, take away the " + mille anni;" and impar


* In the Preface to his Works.
+ Alluding to that verse in Juvenal,

***Et uni cedit Homero

Propter mille annos

And yields to Homer on no other score,

Than that he liv'd a thousand years before.


Sat. vii.

Mr. C. Dryden.

tial reasoning will tell us there is as much due to the memory of Mr. Waller, as to the most celebrated names of antiquity.

But, to wave the difpute now of what ought to have been done; I can affure the Reader, what would have been, had this edition been delayed. The following Poems were got abroad, and in a great many hands: it were vain to expect, that among fo many admirers of Mr. Waller, they should not meet with one fond enough to publish them. They might have staid, indeed, till by frequent transcriptions they had been corrupted extremely, and jumbled together with things of another kind: but, then they would have found their way into the world. So it was thought a greater piece of kindness to the Author, to put them out whilst they continue genuine and unmixed; and fuch as He Himfelf, were He alive, might own.


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Of the Danger his MAJESTY (being Prince) escaped in the Road at Saint Andero.

OW had his Highness bid farewell to Spain,

And reach'd the sphere of his own power, the

With British bounty in his ship he feasts
Th' Hefperian Princes, his amazed guests,
To find that watery wilderness exceed
The entertainment of their great Madrid.
Healths to both Kings, attended with the roar
Of cannons echoed from th' affrighted shore,
With loud refemblance of his thunder, prove
Bacchus the feed of cloud-compelling Jove:
While to his harp divine Arion fings

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The loves, and conquests, of our Albion Kings.
Of the fourth Edward was his noble fong,
Fierce, goodly, valiant, beautiful, and young:
He rent the crown from vanquish'd Henry's head;
Rais'd the White Rofe, and trampled on the Red :
Till Love, triumphing o'er the victor's pride,
Brought Mars and Warwick to the conquer'd fide:

Neglected Warwick, (whofe bold hand, like Fate,
Gives and refumes the fceptre of our State)
Wooes for his Master; and, with double shame,
Himfeif deluded, mocks the Princely Dame,
The Lady Bona: whom just anger burns,
And foreign war with civil rage returns.

Ah! fpare your fwords, where beauty is to blame;
Love gave th' affront, and muft repair the fame:
When France fhall boast of her, whofe conquering eyes
Have made the best of English hearts their prize;
Have power to alter the decrees of Fate,

And change again the counfels of our State.

What the prophetic Muse intends, alone

To him that feels the fecret wound is known.

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With the sweet sound of this harmonious lay,

About the keel delighted dolphins play;

Too fure a fign of fea's enfuing rage,

Which must anon this Royal troop engage:
To whom soft fleep seems more secure and sweet,
Within the town commanded by our fleet.

Thefe mighty Peers plac'd in the gilded barge,
Proud with the burden of so brave a charge;
With painted oars the youths begin to sweep
Neptune's smooth face, and cleave the yielding deep;
Which foon becomes the feat of fudden war
Between the wind and tide, that fiercely jar.
As when a fort of lufty fhepherds try
Their force at foot-ball, care of victory
Makes them falute fo rudely breast to breast,
That their encounter feems too rough for jeft;


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