In the lines on a lady weeping, you might expect a touching pi&ure of beauty in distress; you will be disappointed. Wit on the present occasion is to be preferred to tenderness ; the babe in her eye is said to resemble Phaeton so much,

That heav'n the threat'ned world to Spare,
Thought fit to drown him in her tears:
Else might th' ambitious nymph aspire,
To set, like bim, the world on fire,


Let not this strained affc&ation of striving to be witty upon all occasions, be thought exaggerated, or a caricatura of Cowley. It is painful to censure a writer of so amiable a mind, such integrity of manners, and such a sweetness of temper. His fancy was brilliant, strong, and sprightly; but his taste false and unclassical, even though he had much learning. In his latin compositions, his fix books on plants, where the subject might have led him to a contrary practice, he imitates Martial rather than Virgil, and has given us more Epigrams than Descriptions. I do not remember to have seen it enough observed, that Cowley had a most happy talent of imitating the easy manner of Horace's cpistolary writings ; I must therefore insert a specimen of this, his excellence.

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Ergo iterum versus ? dices. O Vane! quid ergo
Morbum ejurasti toties, tibi qui infidet altis,
Non evellendus, vi vel ratione, medullis?
Numne poetarum (merito dices) ut amantum
Derisun ridere deum perjuria censes?
Parcius hæc, sodes, neve inclementibus urge
Infelicem hominem di&tis ; nam fata trahunt me
Magna relu&antem, et nequicquam in vincla mi.

Helleborum fumpsi, fateor, pulchreque videbar
Purgatus morbi; sed Luna potentior herbis

Insanire iterum jubet, et fibi vendicat ægrum. There is another epistle also, well worthy perusal, to his friend Mat, Clifford *, at the end of the same volume. Pope t, in

•Settle was allifted in writing the Anti-Achitophel by Clifford, and others the best wits of that tiine, who combined against Dryden.

+ Another line likewife of Pope exactly characterises him.

The penfive Cowley's moral lay. — Vol. VI. p. 37. His general preface; his discourse concerning Cromwell; his effays on liberty, on obscurity, on agriculture, on greatness, and on himself, are full of pleasing and virtuous sentiments, expresed without any affectation, so that he appears to be one of the best prose writers of his timc.


one of his imitations of Horace, has ex. hibited the real character of Cowley, with delicacy and candour.

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Who now reads Cowley i if he pleases yet,
His moral pleases, not bis pointed wit ;
Forgot his epic, nay Pindaric art,
But till I love the language of his heart.


His prose works give us the most amiable idea both of his abilities and his heart. His Pindaric odes cannot be perused with common patience by a lover of antiquity: He that would see Pindar's manner truly imitated, may read Masters's noble and pathetic ode on the Crucifixion; and he

i that wants to be convinced that these reflections on Cowley are not too severe, may read also his epigrammatic version of it.

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Dost thou not see thy prince in purple clad all o'er,
Not purple brought from the Sidonian lhore?
But made at home with richer

gore. COWLEY.

• Anorys

• Avery', anorys
Πυλας πωπων
Ku aryas Caspaper
Λυσει, ψεκαζι, Λευε γεια».

Open, ob ! open wide the fountains of thine eyes,

And let them call
Their Atock of moisture forth where e'er it lies,

For this will alk it all.
Twould all alas ! too little be,
Though thy falt tears came from a sea.

• Compare Cowley's ode on presenting his book to the Bodleian library, with one of Milton on the same subject, Ad Johannem Roufeiam, 1646, written in the true spirit of the ancient Lyrics, and an excellent imitation of Pindar. One allation to Euripides of whom Milton is known to have been so fond, I cannot omit.

Æternorum operum cuftos fidelis,
Quæstorque gaza nobilioris,
Quam cui præfuit Lon,
Claras Erechtheides,
Opulenta dei per templa parentis,
Falvofque tripodas, donaque Delphica,

Ion Adea genitas Creasa. Nothing can more strongly characterize the different manner and turn of these two writers, than the pieces in question. It is remarkable, that Milton ends his ode with a kind of prophecy importing, that however he may be at present traduced, yet posterity will applaud his work.

At ULTIMI Nepotes,
Jadicia rebus AQUIORA forfitan
Adhibebunt INTEGRO fiou,
Tom, livore fepulto,


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Cowley being carly disgusted with the perplexities and vanities of a court life, had a strong defire to enjoy the milder pleasures of solitude and retirement; he therefore escaped from the tumults of London, to a little house at Wandsworth ; but finding that place too near the metropolis, he left it for Richmond, and at last settled at Chertsey. He seems to have thought that the swains of Surry had the innocence of those of Sydney's Arcadia ; but the perverseness and debauchery of his own workmen soon undeceived him, with whom, it is said, he was sometimes so far provoked, as even to be betrayed into an oath. His income was about three hundred pounds a year. Towards the latter part of his life, he shewed an averfion to the company of women, and would often leave the room if any happened to enter it whilft he was present, but still he retained a Gincere affection for Leonora. His death was occasioned by a singular accident *


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• There is something remarkable in the circumstances that occafioned the deaths of three others of our poets.


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