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 last printed copies, which are added in the feveral 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 fay 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 so much of a piece with the reft, 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 reafons 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 so agreeable to the nature of Tragedy itfelf, 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 use of upon another occafion: but, the Reader may be pleafed 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 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 fome of thefe ought not to have been published and Mr. * Cowley's decision will be urged, that a neat tomb of marble is a better monument than a great pile of rubbish. It might be answered to this, that the Pictures, and Poems, of great Masters have been always valued, though the laft hand were not put to them. And I believe none of thofe 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 leaft 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. ***Et uni cedit Homero Propter mille annos * * And yields to Homer on no other score, Than that he liv'd a thoufand years before. tial Sat. vii. Mr. C. Dryden. tial reasoning will tell us there is as much due to the memory of Mr. Waller, as to the moft 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 tranfcriptions 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. POEMS Of the Danger his MAJESTY (being Prince) efcaped in the Road at Saint Andero. N OW had his Highness bid farewell to Spain, With British bounty in his ship he feafts Th' Hefperian Princes, his amazed guests, [main: The loves, and conquefts, of our Albion Kings. Neglected Warwick, (whofe bold hand, like Fate, And foreign war with civil rage returns. Ah! fpare your fwords, where beauty is to blame; To him that feels the fecret wound is known. Which must anon this Royal troop engage: These mighty Peers plac'd in the gilded barge, They |