Voltaire, in his letters concerning the English nation, speaking of British poets, thus mentions Waller.  ’Our author was much talked of in France.  He had much the same reputation in London that Voiture had in Paris; and in my opinion deserved it better.  Voiture was born in an age that was just emerging from barbarity; an age that was still rude and ignorant; the people of which aimed at wit, tho’ they had not the least pretensions to it, and sought for points and conceits instead of sentiments.  Bristol stones are more easily found than diamonds.  Voiture born with an easy and frivolous genius, was the first who shone in this Aurora of French literature.  Had he come into the world after those great genius’s, who spread such glory over the age of Lewis XIV, he would either have been unknown, would have been despised, or would have corrected his stile.  Waller, tho’ better than Voiture, was not yet a finished poet.  The graces breathe in such of Waller’s works as are wrote in a tender strain; but then they are languid thro’ negligence, and often disfigured with false thoughts.  The English had not at this time attained the art of correct writing; but his serious compositions exhibit a strength and vigour, which could not have been expected from the softness and effeminacy of his other pieces.’

The anonymous author of the preface to the second part of our author’s poems, printed in the year 1690, has given his character at large, and tells us; ’That Waller is a name that carries every thing in it that is either great, or graceful in poetry.  He was indeed the parent of English verse, and the first who shewed us our tongue had beauty and numbers in it.  The tongue came into his hands like a rough diamond; he polished it first, and to that degree, that artists since have admired the workmanship without pretending to mend it.  He undoubtedly stands first in the list of refiners; and for ought I know the last too; for I question whether in Charles II’s reign; the English did not come to its full perfection, and whether it had not had its Augustan age, as well as the Latin.’  Thus far this anonymous author.  If I may be permitted to give my opinion in so delicate a point as the reputation of Waller, I shall take the liberty to observe, that had he, in place of preceding, succeeded those great wits who flourished in the reign of Charles ii, he could never have rose to such great reputation, nor would have deserved it:  No small honour is due to him for the harmony which he introduced, but upon that chiefly does his reputation stand.  He certainly is sometimes languid; he was rather a tender than a violent lover; he has not that force of thinking, that amazing reach of genius for which Dryden is renowned, and had it been his lot to have appeared in the reign of Queen Anne, I imagine, he would not have been ranked above the second class of poets.  But be this as it may, poetry owes him the highest obligations for refining it, and every succeeding genius will be ready to acknowledge, that by copying Waller’s strains, they have improved their own, and the more they follow him, the more they please.