ENGLISH POETRY 1579-1830: SPENSER AND THE TRADITION
, "To Mr. Congreve, on his Play, called The Old Batchelour" Congreve, The Old Batchelour (1693) sigs A4v-a.
1693: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1693: Rev. Thomas Yalden
1693: Thomas Southerne
1693: Bevil Higgons
1694: Joseph Addison
1699 ca.: Charles Hopkins
1700: Samuel Cobb
1700: Rev. Samuel Wesley
1700: Daniel Kenrick
1701: Sir Richard Steele
1707: Thomas Tickell
1709: Alexander Pope
1712: John Gay
1713: Thomas Tickell
1720: Giles Jacob
1720 ca.: Elizabeth Tollet
1722: Matthew Concanen
1729: Rev. Jonathan Swift
1730: William Bond
1748: Edmund Burke
1795: Dr. Robert Anderson
1797: Rev. Joseph Warton
1801: John Nichols
1806: Dr. John Aikin
1807: Robert Southey
1808: Charles Lamb
1814: Lord Byron
1824: Bryan Waller Procter
1830 ca.: Samuel Taylor Coleridge
1862: Thomas Arnold
1880: Austin Dobson
1688: Edmund Waller
1693: William Congreve
1693: John Dryden
1716 ca.: Alexander Pope
Wit, like true Gold, refin'd from all Allay,
Immortal is, and never can decay:
'Tis in all Times and Languages the same;
Nor can an ill Translation quench the Flame:
For, tho' the Form and Fashion don't remain,
Th' intrinsick value still it will retain.
Then let each studied Scene be writ with Art;
And Judgment sweat to form the labour'd Part:
Each Character be just, and Nature seem;
Without th' Ingredient, Wit, 'tis all but Phlegm:
For that's the Soul, which all the Mass must move,
And wake our Passions into Grief, or Love.
But you, too Bounteous, sow your Wit so thick,
We are surpriz'd, and know not where to pick:
And while our Clapping does you Justice do,
Our selves we injure, and lose something new.
What may'nt we then, great Youth, of thee presage,
Whose Art and Wit so much transcend the Age?
How wilt thou shine at thy Meridian height?
Who, at thy rising, give so vast a Light.
When DRYDEN dying, shall the World deceive,
Whom we Immortal, as his Works, believe;
Thou shalt succeed, the Glory of the Stage,
Adorn and entertain the coming Age.