J i THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES GIFT OF THE LIBRARY JOHNS OK BnjiT*'*'! fi« Jo hnfon 's LiTTS of the Poets; PiibliJkjMl b^ U. Burhannrv Manttofp THE 9^^^^^-.^2^ ^ LIVES OF THE MOST EMINENT ENGLISH POETS; WITH CRITICAL OBSERVATIONS ON THEIR WORKS ; By SAMUEL JOHNSON. IN FOUR VOLUMES. EMBELLISHED WITH ELEGANT ENGRAVIN'GS. VOL. L /J^ MONTROSE: Printedby D.Buchanan, Sold by him, ^by W.Creech, P. HiLi,, W. MuDiE, ^ A. CoNSTABLX, Edinburgh, MjDCCC. S»l' ft: w UR ADVERTISEMENT, THE Bookfellers having determined to publiih ft Body of Englifh Poetry, I M^as perfuaded to pro- Ynlfe them a Preface to the Works of each Author ; an undertaking, as it was then prefented to my mind, not very extenfive or difficult. My purpofe was only to have allotted to every Poet an Advertifement, like thofe which we find in the French Mifcellanies, containing a few dates and a gene- ral charadler ; but I have been led beyond my inten- tion, I hop^, by the honeft defire of giving ufeful pleafure. In this minute kind of Hiftory, the fucceffion of fad^ is not eafily difcovered ; and I am not without fome fufpicion that fome of Dryden's works are placed in wrong years. I have followed Langbaine, as the beft authority for his plays : and if I fhall hereafter obtain a more correcfl chronology, will publifh it ; but I do not yet know that my account is erroneous. Dryden's Remarks on Rymer have been fomewherc printed before. The former edition I have not feen. This was tranfcribed for the prefs from his own ma- nufcript. As this undertaking was occafional and unforefeen> I muft be fuppofed to have engaged in it with lefs pra- vifion of materials than might have been accumulated by longer premeditation. Of the later writers at leaft I might. [ iv ] I might, by attention and enquin'', have gleaned many particulars, which would have diverfified and enlivened my Biography. Thefe omiflions, which it is now ufelefs to lament, have been often fupplled by the kindnefs of Mr. Steevens and other friends; and great affiftance has been given me by Mr. Spence's Colle of purity or elegance, accom- 12 eOWLEY. accommodates the diftion of Rome to Ills owa conceptions. At the Reiloration, after all the dihgence of his long fervice, and with confcioufnefs not only of the merit of fidelity, but of the dignity of great abili- ties, he naturally expected ample preferments ; and, that he might not be forgotten by his own fault, wrote a Song of Triumph. But this was a time of fuch general hope, that great numbers were in- c\'itably difappointed ; and Cowley found his re- ward very tedioufly delayed. He had been promil- cd by both Charles the firft and fecond the Maller- fhip of the Savoy ; but " he loll it,'' fays Wood, ** by certain perfons, enemies to the Mufes." The neglect of the court was not his only mor- tification ; having, by fuch alteration as he thought proper, fitted his old Comedy of the Guar- dian for the flage, he produced it to the public un- der the title of <' The Cutter of Coleman-ftreet." It was treated on the flage with great feverity, and was afterwards cenfured as a fatire on the king's party. Mr. Dr)^den, who went with Mr. Sprat to the firft exhibition, related to Mr. Dennis, " that when *' they told Cowley how little favour had been " fhewn him, he received the news of his ill fuc- ** cefs, not with fo much iirmnefs as might have " been expefted fromfo great a man." What firmnefs they expefted, or what weaknefs Cowley difcovered, cannot be known. He that miffes his end will never be as much pleafed as he that attains it, even when he can impute no part of his failure to himfelf ; and when the end is to pleafe COWLEY. 1$ plcafe the multitude, no man perhaps has a right, in things admitting of gradation and comparifon, to throw the whole blame upon his judges, and totally to exclude diffidence and fliame by a haugh- ty confcioufnefs of his own excellence. For the rejedlion of this play, it is difficult now to find the reafon ; it certainly has, in a very great degree, the power of fixing attention and exciting jnemment. From the charge of difafFe6lion he exculpates himfelf in his preface, by obferving how unlikely it is that, having followed the royal family through all their diftrefies, *' he fiiould chufe the ** time of their relloration to begin a quarrel with ** them." It appears, however, from the Theatri- cal Regifter of Downes the prompter, to have been popularly confidered as a fatire on the Royalifts. That he might fliorten this tedious fufpenfe, he publifhed his pretenfions and his difcontent, in an ode called " The Complaint ;" in which he ftyles himfelf the melancholy Cowley. This met with the ufual fortune of complaints, and feems to have excited more contempt than pity. Thefe unlucky incidents are brought, malicioufly enough, together in fome fi:anzas, written about that time, on the choice of a laureat ; a mode of fatire, by which, fince it was firfl introduced by Suckhng, perhaps every generation of poets has been teazed : Savoy-mifTing Cowley came into the court, Making apologies for his bad play ; Every one gave him fo good a report, That Apollo gave heed to all he could fay ; Vol. I. J5 Nor iJ^ COWLEY. Nor would he have had, 'tis thought, a rebukr,. Unlefs he had done fome notable folly ; Writ verfes unjuftly in praife of SamTukc, Or printed his pitiful Melancholy. His vehement defire of retirement now came again upon him. " Not finding," fays the mo- rofe Wood, " that preferment conferred upon him ** which he expected, while others for their money *' carried away moil places, he retired difcontented ** into Suirey." " He was now," fays the courtly Sprat, ** weary ** of the vexations and formahties of an adtive con- ** dition. He had been perplexed with a long " compliance to foreign manners. He was fatiated *< with the arts of a court ; which fort of hfe, *' though his virtue made it innocent to him, yet ** nothing could make it quiet. Thofe were the ** reafons that moved him to follow the violent in- ** chnation of his own mind, which, in the greateft ** throng of his former bufinefs, had llill called ** upon him, and reprcfented to him the true de- ** hghts of folitary lludies, of temperate pleafures, *' and a moderate revenue below the mahce and *' flatteries of fortune." So differently are things feen, and fo differently are they fliown ; but actions are vifible, though ftiotives are fecret. Cowley certainly retired ; firit to Barn-elms, and afterwards to Chertfey, in Surrey. He feems, however, to have loft part of iiis dread of the */>«w of men. He thought him- felf now fafe enough from intrufion, witliout the *L'AlIc?gro of Milton. defence COWLEY. 15 cfefence of mountains and oceans ; and, infcead of feeking fhelter in America, wifely went only fo far 'from the buftle of life as that he might eafily find his way back, when folitude fliould grow tedious. His retreat was at firfl but flenderly accommodat- ed ; yet he foon obtained, by the intereft of the Earl of St. Albans and the duke of Buckingham, fuch a leafe of the Queen's lands as afforded him an ample income. 13y the lover of virtue and of wit it will be fo- licitoufly afived, if he now was happy. Let them perufe one of his letters accidentally prefei*ved by Peck, which I recommend to the confideration of ;JI that may hereafter pant for folitude, *' To Dr. Thomas Sprat. " Chertfey, 21 May, 1665. *' The firll night that I came hither I caught *^ fo great a cold, with a defluxion of rheum, as *' made me keep my chamber ten days. And, ** two after, had fuch a bruife on my ribs with a ■** fall, that I am yet unable to move or turn my- ** felf in my bed. This is my perfonal fortune " here to begin with. And, befides, I can get ** no money from my tenants, and have my mea- '*' dows eaten up every night by cattle put in by " my neighbours. What this fignifies, or may " come to in time, God knows ; if it be ominous, *' it can end in nothing lefs than hanging. Ano- ** ther misfortune has been, and ftranger than all '* tlie reft, that you have broke your word with B 3 " me. 1 6 COWLEY. *' me, and failed to come, even thougli yon tol The facred tree midft the fair orchard grew ; The phoenix Truth did on it reft. And built his perfum'd neft, That right Porphyrian tree which did true logick Ihew, Each leaf did learned notions give. And th' apples were demonftrative ; So clear their colour and divine, The very fhade they caft did other lights outlhlne. On Anacreon continuing a lover in his old agci I.ove was with thy life entwin'd, Clofe as heat with fire is join'd, A powerful brand prefcrib'd the date Of thine, like Meleager's fate. Th' antiperiftafis of age More enflam'd thy amorous rage. In the following verfes we have an allufion to a Rabbinical opinion concerning Manna : Variety I afk not : give me one To live perpetually upon. The perfon Love does to us fit, Like manna, has the tafte of all in It. Thus COWLEr. 2^ Thus Donne fhews his medicinal knowledge ia fome enconiiailic verfes ; In every thing there naturally grows A Balfamum to keep it frefh and new, If 'twere not injur 'd by extrinfique blows ; Your youth and beauty are this balm in you. But you J of learning and religion. And virtue and fuch ingredients, have made A mithridate, whofe operation Keeps off, or cures what can be done or faid. Though the following lines of Donne, on the lafl night of the year, have fomething in them too icholailick, they are not inelegant : This twilight of two years, not pad nor next. Some emblem is of me, or I of this. Who, meteor-like, of ftulF and form perplext, Whofe what and where, in difputation is. If I fhould call me any thing, Ihould mifs. I fum the years and me, and find me not Debtor to th' old, nor creditor to th' new. That cannot fay, my thanks I have forgot. Nor truft I this with hopes ; and yet fcarce true Tliis bravery is, fince thefe times Ihew'd me you. Donne. Yet more abftrufe and profound is Donne's re- flection upon Man as a Microcofm ; If men be worlds, there is in every one Something to anfwer in fome proportion All the world's riches : and in good men, this Virtue, our form's form, and our foul's foul is. Of thoughts fo far-fetched, as to be not only nnexpeded but unnatural, all their books are full. To 24 COWLEV. To a lady, wlio wrote poefies for rings. They, who above do various circles find, Say, hke a ring th' ^equator heaven does bind. When heaven fhall be adorn'd by thee, (Which then more heaven than 'tis will be) 'Tis thou mull write the poefy there. For it wanteth one as yet, Though the fun pafs through't twice a year. The fun, which is eflcem'd the god of wit. CowLry. The difficulties which have been raifed about identity in philofophy, are by Cowley with iliU more perplexity applied to Love : Five years ago (fays ftor}') I lov'd you, For which you call me moft inconftant no"W ; Pardon me, madam, you miftake the man. For I am not the fame that I was then ; No fiefli is now the fame 'twas then in me. And that my mind is chang'd yourfelf may fee The fame thoughts to retain flill, and intents. Were more inconftant far ; for accidents Muft of all things moft ftrangely inconftant prove. If from one fubjetfl they t'ajiother move : My members then, the father members were From whence thefe take their birth, which now arc here. If then this body love what th' other did, 'Twere inceft, which by nature is forbid. The love of different women is, in geographical poetry, compared to travels through different countries : Haft thou not found, each woman's breall (The land wber<; thou huft travelledj Either COWLEY- 2^ Either by favages pofTeft, Or wild, and uninhabited ? What joy could'ft take, or what repofc. In countries fo uncivilis'd as thofe ? Luft, the fcorching dog-ftar, here Rages with immoderate heat ; Whilft Pride, the rugged Northern Bear, In others makes the cold too great. And where thcfe are temperate known, The foil's all barren fand, or rocky (lone. COWLET. A lover, burnt up by his afFe6lIon, is compared to Bgypt : The fate of Egypt I fuflain, And never feel the dew of rain, From clouds which in the head appear ; But all my too much moiflure owe To overflowings of the heart below. Cowley, The lover fuppofes his lady acquainted with th^ ancient laws of augury and rites of facrilice ; And yet this death of mine, I fear, Will ominous to her appear : When found in every other part, Her facrifice is found without an heart, For the laft tempeft of my death Shall figh out that too, with my breath. , That the chaos was harmonifed, has been recited of old ; but whence the different founds arofe, re- juained for a modern to difcover ; Th' ungovern'd parts no correfpondence knew. An artlefs war from thwarting motions grew ; ' Vol. L C Till 261 COWLEY. Till they to number and fixt rules were brought Water and air he for the Tenor chofe, Earth made the Bafe, the Treble flame arofe. COWLET. The tears of lovers are always of great poetical account ; but Donne has extended them into worlds. If the lines are not eafily underftood, they may be read again. On a round ball, A workman that hath copies by, can lay An Europe, Africa, and Afia, And quickly make that, which was nothing, all. So doth each tear, Which thee doth wear, A globe, yea world, by that Impreflion grow, Till thy tears mixt with mine do overflow This world, by waters fent from thee my heaven diflblved fo. On reading the following lines, the reader may perhaps cry out — Confujion worje confounded. Here lies a (he fun, and a he moon here. She gives the beft light to his fphere. Or each is both, and all, and fo They unto one another nothing owe. Donne. Who but Donne would have thought that a good man is a telefcope ? Though God be our true glafs, through which we fe« All, fmce the being of all things is he, Yet are the trunks, which do to us derive Things in proportion fit, by perfpe<5tive Deeds of good men ; for by their living here. Virtue*, indeed remote, feem to be near. COWLEY. 57 Who would imagine it poflible that in a very- few lines fo many remote ideas could be brought together ? Since 'tis my doom, Love's underflirieve, Why this reprieve ? Why doth my She Advowfon fly * Incumbency ? To fell thyfelf doft thou intend By candle's end, And hold the contrail thus in doubt, Life's taper out ? Think but how foon the market fails. Your fex lives fafter than the males ; As if to meafure ages fpan, The fober Julian were th' account of man, Whilll you live by the fleet Gregorian. Cleiveland, Of enormous and difgufling hyberboles, thefc |xiay be examples ; By every wind that comes this way, Send me at leaft a figh or two. Such and fo many I'll repay As Ihall themfelves make winds to get to you. CoWLETi In tears I'll wafte thefe eyes, By Love fo vainly fed ; So lull of old the Deluge punilhed. Cowley, All arm'd in brafs the richefl drefs of war, (A difmal glorious fight) he flione afar. The fun himfelf llarted with fudden fright. To fee his beams return fo difmal bright. Cowley. An univerfal confternation : Jiis bloody eyes he hurls round, his fliarp paws Ca Teaj j;8 COWLEY. Tear up the ground ; then runs he wild about, Laflimg his angry tail and roaring out. Beafts creep into their dens, and tremble there ; Trees, though no wind isllirring Ihake with ftar; Silence and horror fill the place around : Echo itiielf dares fcarce repeat the found. CowLEr» Their fictions were often violent and unnatural. Of his Miftrefs bathing : The fiih around her crouded, as they do To the falfe light that treacherous filhers fliew, And all with as much cafe might taken be, As {he at firft took me : For ne'er did light fo clear Among the waves appear, . Though ever)' night the fun himfelf fet there. COWLET. The poetical effcdl of a Lover's name upo3 glafs : My name engrav'd herein Doth contribute my firmnefs to this glafs ; Which ever fmce that charm, hath been As hard as that which grav'd it was. Donne, Their conceits were fometimes flight and trifling. On an inconftant woman : He enjoys thy calmy funfhine now, And no breath ftirring hears. In the clear heaven of thy brow, No fmalleft cloud appears. Ha COWLEY. ^|> He fees thee gentle, fair and gay, And trufts the faithlefs April of thy May. Cowley, Upon a paper written with the juice of lemon^ •^nd read by the fire ; Nothing yet in thee is fecn ; Bv.t when a genial heat warms thee within, A new born wood of various lines there grows; Here buds an L, and there a B, Here fprouts a V, and there a T, And all th^ flourifliing letters ftand in rows. Cowley, As they fought only for novelty, they did not much enquire whether their allufions were to things high or low, elegant or grofs ; whether they compared the little to the great, or the great to the Httle. Phyfick and Chirurgery for a Lover, Gently, ah gently, madam, touch The wound, which you yourfelf have made ; That pain mufl needs be very much. Which makes me of your hand afraid. Cordials of pity give me now, jf'or I too weak for purgings grow, CowLE,^ The World and a Clock. Mahol, th' inferior world's fantaftic face, Through all the tui-ns of matter's maze did trace ; Great Nature's well-fet clock in pieces took ; Pn all the fprings and fmalleft wheels did Igok C3 01 5'0 COWLEY* Of life and motion ; and with equal art Made up again the whole of every part. CowLEr, ^. A coal-pit has not often found its poet ; but tKat it may not want its due honour, Cleiveland has paralleled it wnth the Sun : The moderate value of our guiltlefs ore Makes no man atheift, and no woman whore ; Yet why fhould hallow'd veftal's facred fhrine Deferve more honour than a flaming mine ? Thefe pregnant womhs of heat would fitter be Than a few embers, for a deity. Had he our pits, the Perfian would admire No fun, but warm's devotion at our fire : He'd leave the trotting whipfter, and prefer Our profound Vulcan 'bove that waggoner. For wants he heat, or light ? or would have flore Of both ? 'tis here : and what can funs give more? Nay, what's the fun but, in a different name, A coal-pit rampant, or a mine on flame ! Then let this truth reciprocally run, The fun's heaven's coalery, and coals our fun. Death, a Voyage : No family Ere rigg'd a foul for heaven's difcover)', With whom more venturers might boldly dare " Venture their flakes, with him in joy to Ihare. DONXE. Their thoughts and expreflions were fometimes grofsly abfurd, and fuch as no figures or licence can reconcile to the underilanding. > A COWLEY* J I A Lover neither dead nor alive : Then down I laid my head, Down on cold earth ; and for a while was dead, And my freed foul to a ftrange fomewhere fled i Ah, fottifti foul, faid I, When back to its Cage again I faw it fly ; Fooi to refume her broken chain ! And row her galley here again ! Fool to that body to return Where it condemn'd and deftin'd Is to burn ! Once dead, how can it be. Death fliould a thing fo pleafant feem to thee, That thou fliould'fl come to live it o'er again in me. Cowley. A Lover's heart, a hand grenado. Wo to her fl:ubborn heart, if once mine come Into the felf-fame room, 'Twill tear and blow up all within, Like a grenado Ihot into a magazin. Then fliall Love keep the afhes, and torn parts, Of both our broken hearts • Shall out of both one new one make J From her's th' allay ; from mine, the metal take. CoWLEf* The poetical Propagation of Light : The Prince's favour is diffused o'er all, From which all fortunes, names, arid natures fall; Then from thofe Wombs of ftars, the Bride's bright eyes, At every glance a confiellatlon flies. And fowes the court with ftars, and doth prei^ent In light and power, the all-ey'd firmament ; Firft her eye kindles other ladies' eyes, 'i'hen from their beams their jewels luftres rife; Aod ^^ COWLEY, And from their jewels torches do take fire, And all is warmth, and light, and good defire. Donne. They were in veiy little care to clothe their notions with elegance of drefs, and therefore mifs the notice and the praife which are often gained by thofe, who think lefs, but are more diligent to adorn their thoughts. That a millrefs beloved is fairer in idea than in reality, is by Cowley thus exprefled : Thou in my fancy doft much higher fland, Than women can be plac'd by Nature's hand ; And I mufl needs, I'm fure, a lofer be, To change thee, as diou'rt there, for very thee. That prayer and labour fliould co-opei*atc, arc thus taught by Donne : In none but us, are fuch mixt engines found, As hands of double office ; for the ground We till with them ; and them to heaven we raifc j Who prayerlefs labours, or without this, prays, i)oth but one half, that's none. By the fame author, a common topick, the dant ger of procraftination, is thus illuftrated ; — ^That which I fhould have begun In my youth's morning, now late mufl be done ; And I, as giddy travellers mull do, Which ftray or fleep all day, and having lofl Light and flrength, dark and tir'd mufl then ride poll. All that Man has to do is to live and die ; the fum COWLEY* 3^ tum of humanity is comprehended by Donne in the following lines : Think In how poor a prifon thou didft lie ; After, enabled but to fuck and cry. Think, when 'twas grown to moft, 'twas a poor inn, A province pack'd up in two yards of flcin, And that ufurp'd, or threaten'd with a rage Of fickneffes, or their true mother, age. But think that death hath now enfranchis'd thee ; Thou haft thy expanfion now, and hberty ; Think, that a rufty piece difcharg'd is flown i In pieces, and the bullet is his own, And freely flies : this to thy foul allow, Think thy fliell broke, think thy foul hatch'd but now. They were fometimes indelicate and difgufting. Cowley thus apoftrophifes beauty : -»-Thou tyrant, which leav'ft no man free ! Thou fubtle thief, from whom nought fafe can be ! Thou murtherer, which haft kill'd, and devil, which would'ft damn me. Thus he addreffes his Miflrefs ; Thou who, In many a propriety, So truly art the fun to me, Add one more likenefs, which I'm fure you can, And let me and my fun beget a man. Thus he reprefents the meditations of a Lover : Though in thy thoughts fcarce any trails have been So much as of original fin. Such charms thy beauty wears as might . Defires in dying confeft faints excite. Thou wjth ftrange adultery Doft in each breaft a brothel keep ; Awak^ 34 COWLEY. Awake, all men do lull for thee. And fome enjoy thee when they fleep* The true taile of Tears ; "Hither with cryftal vials, lovers, come, And take my tears, which are Love's wine, And try your miftrefs' tears at home. For all are falfe, that talle not juft like mine, This is yet more indelicate : As the fweet fweat of rofes in a ftill, As that which from chaf d mulk-cat's pores doth trill, As the almighty balm of th* early Eaft, Such are the fweet drops of my miftrefs' breafL And on her neck her fkin fuch luftre fets, They feem no fweat-drops, but pearl coronets : Hank fweaty froth thy miftrefs' brow defiles. Donne, Their expreflions fometimes raife horror, wheU tliey intend perhaps to be pathetic : As men in hell are from difeafes free, So from all other ills am I, Free from their Icnown formality : But all pains eminently lie in thee. Cowley. They were not always ftriftly curious, whether the opinions from which they drew their illuflra- tions were true ; it was enough that they were popular. Bacon remarks, that fome falfehoods are continued by tradition, becaufe they fupply commodious allufions. COWLEV. 35 It gave a piteous groan, and fo it broke ; In vain it fomething would have fpoke ; The love within too ftrong for 't was, JLike poifon put into a Venice-glafs. COWLET* In forming defcriptlons, they looked out not for images, but for conceits. Night has been a com- mon fubjedl, which poets have contended to adorn. Dryden's night is well known ; Donne's is a» follows : Thou feefl me here at midnight, now all reft ; Time's dead low-water ; when all minds divell: To-morrow's bufinefs, when the labourers have Such reft in bed, that their laft church-yard gravff^ Subje6l to change, will fcarce be a type of this. Now when the client, whofe laft hearing is To-morrow, fleeps ; when the condemned man. Who when he opes his eyes, muft ftiut them thea Again by death, although fad watch he keep, Doth praftice dying by a little fleep. Thou at this midnight feeft me. It muft be however confeffed of thefe writers^ that if they are upon common fubje6ls often unne- ceflarily and unpoetically fubtle ; yet where fcho- laftick fpeculation can be properly admitted, their cdpioufnefs and acutenefs may juftly be admired. AVhat Cowley has written upon Hope, fhews an wnequalled fertiHty of invention : Hope, whofe weak being ruinM is^ Alike if it fucceed, and if it mifs ; Whom good or ill does equally confound, And both the horns of Fate's dilemma "wound. Vain ihadow, which doll vanifti quite. 5^ COWLEY. Both at full noon and perfed night f The ftars have not a poflibility Of bleffing thee ; |f things then from their end we happy call, 'Tis Hope is the moft hopelefs thing of all. Hope, tliou bold tafter of delight, Who, whilft thou fhould'ft but talle, devour'ft ft quite ! Thou bring'ft us an eftate, yet leav'ft us poor, By clogging it with legacies before ! The joys which we entire fhould wed, Come deflower'd virgins to our bed ; Good fortunes without gain imported be. Such mighty cuflom's paid to thee : for joy, like wine, kept clofe does better tafle ; If it take air before, its fpirlts waile. To the following comparifon of a man that tra- vels, and his wife that ftays at home, with a pair of compaiTes, it may be doubted v/hether abfurdity or ingenuity has the better claim : Our tvvo fouls therefore, which are one, Though I muft go, endure not yet A breach, but an expanfion, Like gold to airy thinnefs beat. If they be two, they are two fo As ftiff twin-compaffes arc two, Thy foul the fixt foot, makes no (how To move, but doth, if th' other do. And though it in the centre fit, Yet when the other far doth roam, }t leans, and hearkens after it, And grows ered as that comes homc^ Such coWLEr* 37 Such wilt tliou be to me, who muft Like th' other foot obliquely run. Thy firmnefs makes my circle juft, And makes me end where I begun. BoNNBk In all thefe examples it is apparent, that, what- ever is improper or vicious, is produced by a vo- luntary deviation from nature in purfuit of fome- thing new and ftrange ; and that the writers fail to give dehght, by their defire of exciting admi- ration. Having thus endeavoured to exhibit a general reprefentation of the ftyle and fentiments of the metaphyfical poets, it is now proper to examine particularly the works of Cowley, who was almoft the lafl: of that race, and undoubtedly the beft. His Mifcellanies contain a coUeftion of fhort compofitions, written fome as they were dictated by a mind at leifure, and fome as they were called forth by different occafions ; with great variety of llyle and fentiment, from burlefque levity to awful grandeur. Such an affemblage of diverfified excellence no other poet has hitherto afforded. To choofe the befl among many good, is one of the mofl hazardous attempts of criticifm. I know not whether Scaliger himfelf has perfuaded many rea- ders to join with him in his preference of the two favourite odes, which he eftimates in his raptures at the value of a kingdom. I will hovv^ever venture to recommend Cowley's firfl: piece, w^hich ought to be infcribed To my mufe, for want of which the fecond couplet is v%nthout reference. When the Vol. I. B title 3^ co'alsy, title is added, there will ftill remain a defect f for even' piece ought to contain in itfelf whatever is neceffary to make it inteUigible. Pope has fome epitaphs without names ; which are therefore epi- taphs to be let, occupied indeed for the prefent, but hardly appropriated. The ode on Wit is almoft without a rival. It was about the time of Cowley that /F/V, which had been till then ufed for InteUedlorii in contradiftinc- tion to Wilty took the meaning, whatever it be, \vhich it now bears. Of all the paflages in which poets have exemp- lified their ov/n precepts, none vrill eafily be found of greater excellence than that in which Cowley condemns exuberance of Wit : Yet 'tis not to adorn and gild each part, That fhews more coft than art. Jewels at Txcfe and lips but ill appear ; Rather than all things wit, let none be there. Several lights vvill not be feen, If there be nothing clfe between. Men doubt, becaufe they ftand fo thick i' th' Iky, If thofe be ftars which paint the galaxy. In his verfes to lord Falkland, whom eveiy man of his time was proud to praife, there are, as there mull be in all Cowley's compofitions, fome fcriking thoughts ; but they are not well wrought. His elegy on Sir Heniy Wotton is vigorous and happy, the feries of thoughts is eafy and natural, and the conclufion, though a little weakened by the intiu- fion of Alexander, is elegant and forcible. It may be remarked, that in this Elegy, and in mo ft of his encomiaftic poems, he has forgotten or neglected to name his heroes, t «* In COWLEY. 39 - In Ills poem on the death of Hervey, there is much praii'e, but httle paffion, avery juft and ample deHneation of fuch virtues as a ftudious privacy ad- mits, and fuch intelledlual excellence as a mind not yet called forth to action can difplay. He knew how to diftinguiih, and how to commend the qua- lities of his companion ; but when he wifhes to make us weep he forgets to weep himfelf, and di- verts his forrow by imagining hov/ his crown of bays, if he had it, would crackle in tYitJire. It is the odd fate of this thought to be worfe for being trut. The bay-leaf crackles remarkably as it burns ; as therefore this property was not affigned it by chance, the mind mull be thought fufficiently at eafe that could attend to fuch minutenefs of phy- iiology. But the power of Cowley is not fo much to move the affections, as to exercife the under- Handing. The Chronicle is a compofition unrivalled and alone ; fuch gaiety of fancy, fuch facility of ex- prefiion, fuch varied fimilitude, fuch a fucceflion of images, and fuch a dance of words, it is vain to expeft except from Cowley. His ftrength always appears in his agility ; his volatihty is not the flut- ter of a hght, but the bound of an elaftick mind. His levity never leaves his learning behind it ; the moraliit, the politician, and the critick, mingle their influence even in this airy frolick of genius. To fuch a performance Suckling could have brought the gaiety but not the knowledge ; Dry den could have fupphed the knowledge, but not the gaiety. The verfes to Davenant, which are vigoroufly t>egun, and happily concluded, contain fome hints D z of 40 COWLEY. of criticifm veiy juftly conceived and happily cx« preffed, Cowley's critical abilities have not been fufficiently obferved : the few decifions and remarks which his prefaces and his notes on the Davideis fupply, were at that time acceflions to Englifh h- terature, and (hew fuch flcill as raifes our wifh for more examples. The lines from Jerfey are a very curious and pleafmg fpecimen of the famihar defcending to the burlefque. His two metrical difquifitions for and againjl . Reafon, are no mean fpecimens of metaphyseal poetry. The ftanzas againft knowledge produce little conviction. In thofe which are intended to exalt the human faculties, Reafon has its proper tail<: afligned it ; that of judging, not of things re» vealed, but of the reality of revelation. In the verfes for Reafon is a paffage which Bentley, in the only Englifli verfes which he is known to have written, feems to have cgpied, though with th© inferiority of an imitator. The holy Book Hke the eighth fphcrc does fhiac With thoufand lights of truth divine. So numberlefs the ftars that to our eye It makes all but one galaxy : Yet Reafon muft aluft too ; for in fca* So vaft and dangerous as thefe, Our courle by flars above we cannot know Without the compafs too below. After this fays Bentley : Who travels in religious jars, Truth mix'd with error clouds with rays, With COWLEY. 4i \Vith Whlflon wanting pyx and flars. In the wide ocean finks or ftrays. Cowley feems to have had, what Milton is be- lieved to have wanted, the flvill to rate his own per- formances by their jull value, and has therefore clofed his Mifcellanies with the verfes upon Craf- haw, which apparently excel all that have gone Before them, and in which there are beauties which common authors may juftly think not only above their attainment, but above their am- bition. To the Mifcellanies fucceed the Anacreontiquesy Or paraphraftical tranflations of feme little poems, which pafs, however juftly, under the name of Anacreon. Of thofe fongs dedicated to feftivity and gaiety, in which even the morality is voluptu- ous, and which teach nothing but the enjoyment of the prefent day, he has given rather a pleafmg than a faithful reprefentation, having retained their fpritehnefs, but loll their fimplicity. The Ana- creon of Cowley, hke the Homer of Pope, has admitted the decoration of fome modern graces, by which he is undoubtedly made more amiable to common readers, and perhaps, if they would ho- neftly declare their own perceptions, to far the greater part of thofe whom courtefy and ignorance are content to ftyle the Learned. Thefe little pieces will be found more finiflied in their kind than any other of Cov^'ley's works. The di6lion (hews nothing of the mould of time, and the fentiments are at no great diftance from ©ur prefent habitudes of thought. Real mirth. -TN mult' 42 -COWLEY. muft be always natural, and nature is uniform. Men have been wife in very different modes ; but they have always laughed the fame way. Levity of thought naturally produced familiarity of language, and the familiar part of language continues long the fame : the dialogue of comedy, when it is tranfcribed from popular manners and real life, is read from age to age with equal plea- fure. The artifice of inverfion, by which the efla- bhfhed order of words is changed, or of innovation, by which new words or new meanings of words are introduced, is praclifed, not by thofe who talk to be underflood, but by thofe who write to be admired. The Anacreontiques therefore of Cowley give now all the pleafure which they ever gave. If he was foiTned by nature for one kind of writing more than for another, his power feems to have been greateil in the famiHar and the feflive. The next clafs of his poems is called The Mif- trejs^ of which it is not neceffar)^ to fele6l any par- ticular pieces for praife or cenfure. They have all the fame beauties and faults, and nearly in the fame proportion. They are written wnth exube- rance of wit, and with copioufnefs of learning ; ^nd it is truly aflerted by Sprat, that the pleni- tude of the vmter's knowledge flows in upon his page, fo that the reader is commonly furprifed in- to fome improvement. But, confidered as the verfes of a lover, no man that has ever loved will much commend them. They are neither courtly nor pathetick, have neither gallantry nor fondnefs,' His praifes are too far-fought, and too hyperboli- caJj COWLEY. 41* CJil, cither to exprefs love, or to excite it : eveiy flan z a is crouded with darts and flames, with wounds and death, with mingled fouls, and with broken hearts. The principal artifice by which The Mijlrefs is filled with conceits is very copioufly difplayed b'jt Addiibn. Love is by Cowley, as by other poets, expreffed metaphorically by flame and fire ; and that which is true of real fire is faid of love, or figurative fire, the fame word in the fame fentencc retaining both fignifications. Thus, '* obferving ** the cold regard of his miftrefs's eyes, and at the ** fame time their power of producing love in him, ** he confiders them as burning-glafTes made of ** ice. Finding himfelf able to live in the greateft '* extremities of love, he concludes the torrid zone ** to be habitable. Upon the dying of a tree, oa ** which he had cut his loves, he obferves, that ** his flames had burnt up and withered the tree.'* Thefe conceits Addifon calls mixed wit ; that is, wit which confiils of thoughts true in one fenfe of the exprefiion, and falfe in the other. Ad- difon 's reprefentation is fufliciently indulgent. That confufion of images may entertain for a mo- ment ; but being unnatural it foon grows weari- fome. Cowley dehghtcd in it, as much as if h(5 had invented it ; but not to mention the ancients, he might have found it full-blown in modern Jtaly. Afpice quam varils diftringar Lefbia curis, Uror, & heu ! noftro manat ab igne liquor ; Sum 44 COWLEV. Sum NiluSjfumqueiEtnafimul ; reftringite flammas O lacrimse, aut lacrinias ebibe fiamma meas. One of the fevere theologians of that time cen- fured him as having pubHlhed a book of profane and lafcivlous Verfes. From the charge of profane- nefs, the conllant tenom- of his hfe, which feems to have been eminently viiluous, and the general ten- dency of his opinions, which difcover no irreve- rence of rehgioii, muil defend him ; but that the accufation of lafcivioufnefs is unjuft, the perufal of his works will fufficiently e\'ince. Cowley's M'ljlrefs has no power of fedu6lion ; '* ihe plays round the head, but comes not at the ** heart." Her beauty and abfence, her kindnefs and cruelty, her difdain and inconftancy, produce no correfpondence of emotion. His poetical ac- count of the virtues of plants, and colours of flowers, is not perufed with more fluggifh frigidity. The compofitions are fuch as might have been written for penanpe by a hermit, or for hire by a philofophical rhymer who had only heard of ano- ther fex ; for they turn the mind only on the writer, whom, without thinking on a woman but as the fubjecl for his taf]<, we fometimes elleem as learned, and fometimes dcfpife as trifling, always admire as ingenious, and always condemn as un- natural. The Pindarique Odes are now to be confidered ; a fpecies of compofition, which Cowley thinks Pancirolus might have counted in his I'ljl of the lofl inventions of antiquity, and which he has made a bold and vigorous attempt to recover. The COWLEY. 45 The purpofe with which he has paraphrafed an Olympick and Nemesean Ode, is by himfelf fuf- iiciently explained. . His endeavour was, not to /liew precifely nvhat Pindar /poke, but his manner of fpeak'tng. He was therefore not at all reftrained to his expreflions, nor much to his fentiments ; no- thing was required of him, but not to write as Pindar would not have written. Of the Olympick Ode the beginning is, I think, above the original in elegance, and the conclulion below it in llrength. The connection is fupplied with great perfpicuity, and the thoughts, which to a reader of lefs ildll feem thrown together by- chance, are concatenated without any abruption. Though the Englifh ode cannot be called a tran- (lation, it may be very properly confulted as a commentary. The fpirit of Pindar is indeed not every where equally preferved. The following pretty lines arc not fuch as his deep mouth was ufed to pour ; Great Rhea's fon, If In Olympus' top where thou Sitt'ft to behold thy facred fhow. If in Alpheus' filver flight, If in my verfe thou take delight. My verfe, great Rhea's fon, which is Lofty as that, and fmooth as thia. In the Nemeaean ode the reader muft, in mere juftice to Pindar, obferve that whatever is faid of the original neiv moon^ her tender forehead and her horns, is fuperadded by his paraphraft, who has many other plays of words and fancy unfuitable tQ the original, as, The 4^ COWLEY, The table, free for every gueft, No doubt will thee admit, And feaft more upon thee, than thou on it. He fometimes extends his author's thoughts trithoat improving them. In the Olympionick ■an oath is mentioned in a fingle word, and Cowley fpends three lines in fweanng by the Cajialian Streatn. We are told of Theron's bounty, with a hint that he had enemies, which Cowley thus en- larges in rhyming profe : But in this thanklefs world the giver Is envied even by the receiver ; 'Tis now the cheap and frugal fafliion Rather to hide than own the obligation : Nay, 'tis much worfe than fo ; It now an artifice does grow Wrongs and injuries to do. Left men fliould think we owe. It is hard to conceive that a man of the firft rank in learning and wit, when he was dealing out fuch minute morality in fuch feeble diction, could imagine, either waking or dreaming, that he imitat- ed Pindar. In the following odes, where Cowley choofes his own fubjedls, he fometimes rifes to dignity truly Pindarick, and, if fome deficiencies of lan- guage be forgiven, his drains are fuch as thofe of the Theban bard were to his contemporaries : Begin the fong, and ftrike the living lyre : Lo how the years to come, a numerous and well-fitted quire All hand in hand do decently advance, And to my fong with fmooth and equal meafure dance; W bile COWLEY. 47^. While the dance lafls, how long foe 'er it be. My mufick's voice Ihall bear it company j Till all gentle notes be drown'd In the laft trumpet's dreadful found. After fuch enthufiafm, who will not lament ta find the poet conclude with lines like thefe ! But ftop my Mufe — Hold thy Pindarick Pegafus clofely in^ Which does to rage begin — — 'Tis an unruly and a hard-mouth'd horfe — 'Twill no unfkilful touch endure, But flings writer and reader too that fits not fare. The fault of Cowley, and perhaps of all tlic , writers of the metaphyiical race, is that of purfu- jng his thoughts to their laft ramifications, by which he lofes the grandeur of generahty ; fco* of the greateft things the parts are little ; what is little can be but pretty, and by claiming dignity becomes ridiculous. Thus all the power of def- cription is deftroyed by a fcrupulous enumeration ; and the force of metaphors is loft, when the mind by the mention of particulars is turned more upon the original than the fecondary fenfe, more upon that from which the illuftration is drawn than that, to which it is applied. Of this we have a very eminent example in the ode intituled Tke Mufe, who goes to taie the air in an intelle6lual chariot, to which he harnefTea Fancy and Judgement, Wit and Eloquence, Men jnory and Invention : how he diftinguifhed Wit from Fancy, or how Memory could properly con-" tribute to Motion, he has not explained > we are howeve^. 4^ COWLEY, however content to fuppofe that he could have juftified his own fidion, and vvifh to fee the Mufe begin her career ; but there is yet more to be done. Let the Poftilion Nature mount, and let The Coachman Art be fet ; And let the airy Footmen, running all bcfidc, Make a long row of goodly pride ; Figures, conceits, raptures, and fentenccs, In a well-worded drefs, And innocent loves, and pleafant truths, and ufeful lies, In all their gaudy Liveries. Every mind is now difgufted with this cumber of magnificence ; yet I cannot refufe myfelf the four next Hues : Mount, glorious queen, thy travelling throne, And bid it to put on ; For long though cheerful is the way. And life alas allows but one ill winter's day. In the fame ode, celebrating the power of the Mufe, he gives her prefcience, or, in poetical language, the forefight of events hatching in fu- turity ; but having once an egg in his mind, he cannot forbear to fhew us that he knows what an egg contains : Thou into the clofe nefts of Time doft peep, And there with piercing eye Through the firm fhell and the thick wlute doft fpy Years to come a-forming lie, Clofe in their facred fecundine afleep. The fame thought is more generally, and there- fore COWLEY. 49 fore more poetically exprefled by Cafimir, a writer who has many of the beauties and faults of Cowley : Omnibus mundi Dominator horia Aptat urgendas per inane pennas. Pars adhuc nido latet, & futures /Crefcit in annos. Cowley, whatever was his fubjeft, feems to have been carried, by a kind of deftiny, to the hght and the familiar, or to conceits which require ftill more ignoble epithets. A flaughter in the Red Sea, neiv dies the 5 Piodarick ftyle be^ what Cowley thir^ks it, COWLEY. 51 it, the highest and noblest kind ofiuritlng in verfe^ it can be adapted only to high and noble fubjefts 5 and it will not be eafy to reconcile the poet with tlie critick, or to conceive how that can be the higheft kind of writing in verfe, which, according to Sprat, is chiejly to be preferred for its near affinity to prof e. This lax and lawlefs verfification fo much con- cealed the deficiencies of the barren, and flattered the lazinefs of the idle, that it immediately over- fpread our books of poetry ; all the boys and girls caught the pleafmg faihion, and they that could do nothing elfe could write like Pindar. The rights of antiquity were invaded, and diforder tried to break into the Latin : a poem on the Shel- donian Theatre, in which all kinds of verfe are lliaken together, is unhappily inferted in the Mufa Anglicana. Pindarifm prevailed above half a century ; but at latt died gradually away, and other imitations fupply its place. The Pindarique Odes have fo long enjoyed the higheft degree of poetical reputation, that I am not wiUing to difmifs them with unabated cenfure ; and furely though the mode of their compofition be erroneous, yet many parts deferve at leaft that admiration which is due to great compreheniion of knowledge, and great fertility of fancy. The thoughts are often new, and often ftriking ; but the greatnefs of one part is difgraced by the iittle- neis of another ; and total negligence of language gives the nobleft conceptions the appearance of a fabric auguft in the plan, but mean in the mate- rials. Yet furely thofe verfes are not without a juft 52 COWLEY. jull claim to praife ; of which it may be faid \ntk truth, that no man but Cowley could have Avrit- ten them. The Davideis now remains to be confidered ; a poem which the author defigned to have extended to twelve books, merely, as he makes no fcruple of declaring, becaufe the -^neid had that number ; but he had leifuire or perfeverance only to write the third part. Epick poems have been left un- iiniOied by Virgil, Statins, Spenfer, and Cowley. That we have not the whole Davideis is, however, not much to be regretted ; for in this undertaking Cowley is, tacitly at leaft, confefTed to have mif- carried. There are not many examples of fo great a work, produced by an author generally read, and generally praifed, that has crept through a century with fo little regard. WTiatever is faid of Cowley, is meant of his other works. Of the Davideis no mention is made ; it never appears in books, nor emerges in converfation. By the SpeQator it ha» once been quoted, by Rymer it has once been praifed, and by Dryden^ in Mac Flecknoe, it has once been imitated ; nor do I recolleft much other notice from its publication till now, in the whole fucceflion of Enghfh literature. Of this iilence and negleft, if the reafpn be in* quired, it will be found partly in the choice of the fubjeft, and partly in the perfonnance of the "ivork. Sacred Hiftor^' has been always read with fub- mifiive reverence, and an imagination over-awed and controlled. We have been accuftomed to acquiefce in the nakednefs and fimplicity of the authcii- autkerttick narrative, and to repofe on its veracity with fuch humble confidence, as fupprefles curiofi- ty. We go with the hiflorian as he goes, and ilop with him when he Hops. All amphfication is frivolous and vain ; all addition to that which is already fufficient for the purpofes of religion, feems not only ufelefs, but in fome degree profane. Such events as were produced by the vifible in- terpofition of Divine Power are above the power of human genius to dignify. The miracle of Creation, however it may teem with images, is bell defcribed with little diffufion of language : He /pake the ivord and they tuere rfiade. We are told that Saul nvas troubled iv'ith an evil fp'irit ; from this Cowley takes an opportunity of defcribing hell, and telling the hiftory of Lucifer, who was, he fays, Once general of a gilded hoft of fprites, JLike Hefper leading forth the fpangled nights ; But down like lightning, which him ftruck, he cam«. And roar'd at his firft plunge into the flame. . Lucifer makes a fpeech to the inferior agents ©f mifchief, in which there is fomething of heathenifm, and therefore of impropriety ; and, to give efficacy to his words, concludes by lafliing his breast