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before Dryden conformed to the same religion. | to be told, that the ten concluding years of his life,
This step has been the cause of much obloquy on
in which he wrote for bread, and composed at a cer-
Dryden was a severe sufferer from the change: his posts and pensions were taken away, and the poetical laurel was conferred upon his insignificant He was now, in advanced life, to rival, Shadwell. depend upon his own exertions for a security from absolute indigence. His faculties were equal to the emergency; and it will surprise some theorists
Dryden died of a spreading inflammation in one of his toes, on the first of May, 1700, and was No monument marked his grave, till a buried in Westminster Abbey, next to the tomb of Chaucer. His plain one, with his bust, was erected, at the expence of Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham. He left behind him three sons, all brought up to letters. personal advances to the great, and rather heavy in own character was cold and reserved, backward in conversation. In fact, he was too much engaged in literature to devote much of his time to society. Few writers of his time delighted so much to approach the verge of prophaneness; whence it may be inferred, that though religion was an interesting topic of discussion to him, he had very little of its spirit in his heart.
THE YEAR OF WONDERS,
Is thriving arts long time had Holland grown,
Our king they courted, and our merchants aw'd.
Trade, which like blood should circularly flow,
Stopp'd in their channels, found its freedom lost: Thither the wealth of all the world did go,
And seem'd but shipwreck'd on so base a coast.
For them alone the Heavens had kindly heat;
And in hot Ceilon spicy forests grew.
The Sun but seem'd the labourer of the year;
Each waxing Moon supply'd her watery store,
Thus, mighty in her ships, stood Carthage long,
Such deep designs of empire does he lay
O'er them, whose cause he seems to take in han And prudently would make them lords at sea,
To whom with ease he can give laws by land.
This saw our king; and long within his breast
His pensive counsels balanc'd to and fro :
His generous mind the fair ideas drew
Of fame and honour, which in dangers lay ; Not to be gather'd but by birds of prey Where wealth, like fruit on precipices, grew,