17. Caligula, Emperor of Rome, a Tragedy; acted at the theatre-royal, 1698.
Our author’s other works are, Pandion and Amphigenia, or the coy Lady of Thessalia; adorned with sculptures, printed in octavo, 1665.
Daeneids, or the noble Labours of the great Dean of Notre-Dame in Paris, for the erecting in his choir, a Throne for his Glory; and the eclipsing the pride of an imperious usurping Chanter, an heroic poem, in four Canto’s; printed in quarto 1692. It is a burlesque Poem, and is chiefly taken from Boileau’s Lutrin.
We shall shew Mr. Crown’s versification, by quoting a speech which he puts into the mouth of an Angel, in the Destruction of Jerusalem. The Angel is represented as descending over the altar prophesying the fall of that august city.
Stay, stay, your flight, fond men, Heaven
does despise
All your vain incense, prayers, and sacrifice.
Now is arriv’d Jerusalem’s
fatal hour,
When she and sacrifice must be no more:
Long against Heav’n had’st
thou, rebellious town,
Thy public trumpets of defiance blown;
Didst open wars against thy Lord maintain,
And all his messengers of peace have slain:
And now the hour of his revenge is come,
Thy weeks are finish’d, and thy
slumb’ring doom,
Which long has laid in the divine decree,
Is now arous’d from his dull lethargy;
His army’s rais’d, and his
commission seal’d,
His order’s given, and cannot be
repeal’d:
And now thy people, temple, altars all
Must in one total dissolution fall.
Heav’n will in sad procession walk
the round,
And level all thy buildings with the ground.
And from the soil enrich’d with
human blood,
Shall grass spring up, where palaces have
stood,
Where beasts shall seed; and a revenge
obtain
For all the thousands at thy altars slain.
And this once blessed house, where Angels
came
To bathe their airy wings in holy flame,
Like a swift vision or a flash of light,
All wrapt in fire shall vanish in thy
sight;
And thrown aside amongst the common store,
Sink down in time’s abyss, and rise
no more.
* * * * *
Charles Sackville, Earl of Dorset,
Eldest son of Richard earl of Dorset, born the 24th of January 1637, was one of the most accomplished gentlemen of the age in which he lived, which was esteemed one of the most courtly ever known in our nation; when, as Pope expresses it,
The soldiers ap’d the gallantries
of France,
And ev’ry flow’ry courtier
writ romance.


