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with great severity, and was afterwards censured as a satire on the king's party.

Mr. Dryden, who went with Mr. Sprat to the first exhibition, related to Mr. Dennis, "that, when they told Cowley how little favour had been shewn him, he received the news of his ill success, not with so much firmness as might have been expected from so great a man."

What firmness they expected, or what weakness Cowley discovered, cannot be known. He that misses his end will never be as much pleased as he that attains it, even when he can impute no part of his failure to himself; and, when the end is to please the multitude, no man, perhaps, has a right, in things admitting of gradation and comparison, to throw the whole blame upon his judges, and totally to exclude diffidence and shame by a haughty consciousness of his own excellence.

For the rejection of this play it is difficult now to find the reason: it certainly has, in a very great degree, the power of fixing attention and exciting merriment. From the charge of disaffection he exculpates himself in his preface, by observing how unlikely it is that, having followed the royal family through all their distresses," he should choose the time of their restoration to begin a quarrel with them." It appears, however, from the Theatrical Register of Downes, the prompter, to have been popularly considered as a satire on the royalists.

That he might shorten this tedious suspence, he published his pretensions and his discontent, in ani ode called "The Complaint;" in which he styles himself the melancholy Cowley. This met with the usual fortune of complaints, and cited more contempt than pity.

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These unlucky incidents are brought, maliciously enough, together in some stanzas, written about that time, on the choice of a laureat; a mode of satire, by which, since it was first introduced by Suckling, perhaps every generation of poets has been teazed.

Savoy-missing Cowley came into the court,
Making apologies for his bad play:
Every one gave him so good a report,

That Apollo gave heed to all he could say ;-
Nor would he have had, 'tis thought, a rebuke,
Unless he had done some notable folly;
Writ verses unjustly in praise of Sam Tuke,
Or printed his pitiful Melancholy.

His vehement desire of retirement now came again upon him. "Not finding," says the morose Wood, "that preferment conferred upon him which he expected, while others for their money carried away most places, he retired discontented into Surrey."

"He was now," says the courtly Sprat, weary of the vexations and formalities of an active condition. He had been perplexed with a long compliance to foreign manners. He was satiated with the arts of a court; which sort of life, though his virtue made it innocent to him, yet nothing could make it quiet. Those were the reasons that made him to follow the violent inclination of his own mind, which, in the greatest throng of his former business, had still called upon him, and represented to him the true de-. lights of solitary studies, of temperate pleasures, and a moderate revenue below the malice and flatteries. of fortune."

So differently are things seen! and so differently are they shewn! but actions are visible, though mo- tives are secret. Cowley certainly retired; first to Barn-elms, and afterwards to Chertsey, in Surrey. He

seems, however, to have lost part of his dread of the hum of men." .* He thought himself now safe enough from intrusion, without the defence of mountains and oceans; and, instead of seeking shelter in America, wisely went only so far from the bustle of life as that he might easily find his way back, when solitude should grow tedious. His retreat was at first but slenderly accommodated; yet he soon obtained, by the interest of the earl of St. Alban's and the duke of Buckingham, such a lease of the queen's lands as afforded him an ample income.

By the lovers of virtue and of wit it will be solicitously asked, if he now was happy. Let them peruse one of his letters accidentally preserved by Peck, which I recommend to the consideration of all that may hereafter pant for solitude.

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TO DR. THOMAS SPRAT.

Chertsey, May 21, 1665. "The first night that I came hither I caught so great a cold with a defluxion of rheum, as made me "keep my chamber ten days. And, two after, had "such a bruise on my ribs with a fall, that I am yet "unable to move or turn myself in my bed. This is 66 my personal fortune here to begin with. And, be"sides, I can get no money from my tenants, and have meadows eaten up every night by cattle put in " by my neighbours. What this signifies, or may come "to in time, God knows; if it be ominous, it can end "in nothing less than hanging. Another misfortune ❝ has been, and stranger than all the rest, that you have "broke your word with me, and failed to come, even "though you told Mr. Bois that you would. This is "what they call monstri simile. I do hope to recover

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* L'Allegro of Milton. Dr. J.

ct my late hurt so farre within five or six days (though "it be uncertain yet whether I shall ever recover it) "as to walk about again. And then, methinks, you " and I and the Dean might be very merry upon St. "Ann's hill. You might very conveniently come "hither the way of Hampton Town, lying there one "night. I write this in pain, and can say no more: « Verbum sapienti.”

He did not long enjoy the pleasure, or suffer the uneasiness of solitude; for he died at the Porchhouse in Chertsey, in 1667, in the 49th year of

his age.

He was buried with great pomp near Chaucer and Spenser; and king Charles pronounced, "That Mr. Cowley had not left behind him a better man in England." He is represented by Dr. Sprat as the most amiable of mankind; and this posthumous praise may safely be credited, as it has never been contradicted by envy or by faction.

Such are the remarks and memorials which I have been able to add to the narrative of Dr. Sprat; who, writing when the feuds of the civil war were yet recent, and the minds of either party were easily irritated, was obliged to pass over many transactions in general expressions, and to leave curiosity often unsatisfied. What he did not tell, cannot however now be known; I must therefore recommend the perusal of his work, to which my narration can be considered only as a slender supplement.

COWLEY, like other poets who have written with narrow views, and, instead of tracing intellectual plea

* Now in the possession of Mr. Clark, alderman of London. Dr. J.-Mr. Clark was in 1798 elected to the important office of chamberlain of London; and has every year since been unanimously reelected. N,

sures in the minds of men, paid their court to temporary prejudices, has been at one time too much praised, and too much neglected at another.

Wit, like all other things subject by their nature to the choice of man, has its changes and fashions, and at different times takes different forms. About the beginning of the seventeenth century, appeared a race of writers that may be termed the metaphysical poets; of whom, in a criticism on the works of Cowley, it is not improper to give some account.

The metaphysical poets were men of learning, and to shew their learning was their whole endeavour: but, unluckily resolving to shew it in rhyme, instead of writing poetry they only wrote verses, and very often such verses as stood the trial of the finger better than of the ear; for the modulation was so imperfect that they were only found to be verses by counting the syllables.

If the father of criticism has rightly denominated poetry rixon sμnlıxn, an imitative art, these writers will, without great wrong, lose their right to the name of poets; for they cannot be said to have imitated any thing; they neither copied nature nor life; neither painted the forms of matter, nor represented the operations of intellect.

Those however who deny them to be poets, allow them to be wits. Dryden confesses of himself and his contemporaries, that they fall below Donne in wit; but maintains, that they surpass him in poetry.

If wit be well described by Pope, as being "that which has been often thought, but was never before so well expressed," they certainly never attained nor never sought it; for they endeavoured to be singular in their thoughts, and were careless of their diction. But Pope's account of wit is undoubtedly erroneous :

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