all his Works, and look’t upon for a lofty and conceited Stile.  His other things are for the most part of a tepid and facetious nature, reflecting on others, who as sharply retorted upon him, for he that throwes stones at other, ’tis ten to one but is hit with a stone himself; one of them playing upon his red face thus.  I like the Man that carries in his Face, the tincture of that bloody banner he fights under, and would not have any Mans countenance, prove so much an Hypocrite to cross a French Proverb.

  His Nose plainly proves,
  What pottage he loves.

Hear one of their reflections upon him, on his humble thanks, for his Majesties Declaration for Liberty of Confidence.

  When first the Hawkers bawl’d ‘ith’ streets Wild’s name,
  A lickerish longing to my Pallat came;
  A feast of Wit I look’t for, but, alass! 
  The meat smelt strong, and too much Sawce there was, _&c._

Indeed his strain, had it been fitted to a right key, might have equal’d the chiefest of his age.

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Mr. ABRAHAM COWLEY.

This Gentleman was one, who may well be stil’d the glory of our Nation, both of the present and past ages, whole early Muse began to dawn at the Thirteenth year of his age, being then a Scholar at Westminster-School which produc’d two little Poems, the one called Antonius and Melida, the other Pyramus and Thisbe; discovering in them a maturity of Sence far above the years that writ them; shewing by these his early Fruits, what in time his stock of worth would come to.  And indeed Fame was not deceived in him of its Expectation, he having built a lasting Monument of his worth to posterity, in that compleat Volume of his Works, divided into four parts:  His Mistress, being the amorous Prolusions of his youthful Muse; his Miscelanies, or Poems of various arguments; his most admired Heroick Poem Davideis, the first Books whereof he compos’d while but a young Student at Trinity-Colledge in Cambridge; and lastly, that is, in order of time though not of place, his Pindaric Odes, so call’d from the Measure, in which he translated the first Ithmian and Nemean Odes, where as the form of those Odes in the Original is very different, yet so well were they approved by succeeding Authors, that our primest Wits have hitherto driven a notable Trade in Pindaric Odes.  But besides these his English Poems, there is extant of his writing a Latine Volume by it self, containing a Poem of Herbs and Plants:  Also he Translated two Books of his Davideis into Latine Verse, which is in the large Volume amongst the rest of his Works.

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Mr. EDMOND WALLER.

This Gentleman is one of the most fam’d Poets, and that not undeservedly of the present age, excelling in the charming Sweets of his Lyrick Odes, or amorous Sonnets, as also in his other occasional Poems both smooth and strenuous, rich of Conceit, and eloquently adorned with proper Similies:  view his abilities in this Poem of his, concerning the Puissance of our Navies, and the English Dominion at Sea.