APPENDIX I POEMS ATTRIBUTED TO DRYDEN OR ONLY IN PART WRITTEN BY HIM [The canon of Dryden's writings is not easy to determine. Dryden seems to have had no trace of petty vanity in regard to his own minor works. For one of Tonson's miscellany volumes he might gather together a dozen old prologues and songs that he had lying by him, but further than this he made no attempt to collect his occasional poems. Hence it is likely that among the anonymous pieces printed in miscellanies, between 1660 and 1700, by busy and conscienceless editors, there may be found some written by him. After his death many pieces, some certainly genuine, others as certainly spurious, were published under his name. In the text of the present volume there are included several poems that are only in part by Dryden, or that may not be his work at all: see, for example, the headnotes on pages 76, 137. included: (1) some pieces ascribed to Dryden in his own time, or shortly after it, but of doubtful authenticity; (2) some poems assigned to Dryden on internal evidence, in modern times; (3) a translation of Boileau's Art of In the present Appendir there are Poetry, in which Dryden had some small share. Finally, there follows a series of titles of poems that have been printed in editions of Dryden's works, or have been otherwise attributed to him, but that are in all probability spurious. An explanatory note accompanies each title.] PROLOGUE, EPILOGUE, AND SONG ... [This heroic play was first printed in Four New Plays. written by. It was first acted in January, 1664 (Pepys' Diary, Sir Robert Howard, 1665. January 27). Dryden's name was never joined to it in his lifetime; nor was the play included in the first collected edition of his dramatic works, published in 1701. But in his Connection of The Indian Emperor to The Indian Queen (Scott-Saintsbury edition; ii. 321) Dryden claims part of the latter drama as his own work. (Compare headnote, page 21.) It is therefore just possible that he is the author of one or more of the following pieces.] QUE. By their protection let us beg to live; They came not here to conquer, but forgive. 20 If so, your goodness may your pow'r express, And we shall judge both best by our success. PROLOGUE TO JULIUS CÆSAR [This prologue was first printed in Covent Garden Drollery, 1672, a miscellany which contains several of Dryden's early poems: see headnotes on pages 51, 56, 64-66, 68. Mr. Bolton Corney, in Notes and Queries, series I. ix. 95, 96, assigns this prologue to Dryden, largely because the criticism of Shakespeare and Jonson here expressed greatly resembles that embodied in Dryden's Essay of Dramatic Poesy. The present editor finds much force in this argument and in that based on the general style of the prologue. On the other hand, it may be urged that Dryden never included the piece in any of his miscellany volumes. In a man of Dryden's careless habits, such reasoning has little weight compare headnotes on pages 51, 65, 68.] IN country beauties as we often see And take without their spreading of the snare: Such artless beauty lies in Shakespeare's wit; 'T was well in spite of him whate'er he writ. 11 His excellencies came and were not sought; One close at guard like some old fencer lay; Wise Jonson's talent in observing lay, 30 But then, as all anatomists must do, If amongst poets one more bold there be, LINES ON SETTLE'S EMPRESS OF MOROCCO [In 1673 Elkanah Settle, a dramatist seventeen years younger than Dryden, won great success by his heroic play, The Empress of Morocco, and seemed in a fair way to eclipse the fame of the author of The Conquest of Granada. The Empress of Morocco, when published, was decorated with engravings, then first used in a drama, and was sold for two shillings, double the ordinary price. Dryden, bitterly mortified, joined Crowne and Shadwell in writing a scurrilous pamphlet, published in 1674, entitled Notes and Observations on The Empress of Morocco; or, Some few Erratas to be Printed instead of the Sculptures with the Second Edi-tion of that Play. Settle, in a reply published in the same year, treated Dryden as the principal author of this pamphlet; but Crowne, in his epistle before Caligula (Works, 1874, iv. 353), claims three fourths of the piece as his own. From this least known of Dryden's works, which has never been reprinted in full, the following lines are taken. They parody a passage in The Empress of Morocco describing the approach of a fleet. Since they rise far above the general level of the pamphlet, they may be ascribed, though with some hesitation, to Dryden rather than to one of his collaborators.] To jerk him a little the sharper, I will not trans-prose his verse, but by the help of his own words trans-nonsense sense, that by my stuff people may judge the better what his is. GREAT boy, thy tragedy and sculptures done From press and plates in fleets do homeward come, And in ridiculous and humble pride Their course in ballet-singers' baskets guide, 10 With noise they move, and from players' mouths rebound, When their tongues dance to thy words' empty sound. By thee inspir'd, thy rumbling verses roll, 20 Fame sings thy praise with mouths of logger heads; With noise and laughing each thy fustian [This poem is here reprinted from Poems on Affairs of State, ed. 4, 1702. It was first printed early in 1680, being mentioned in the Term Catalogue for Hilary Term (February) of that year. According to the halftitle preceding the poem, in The Works of John Sheffield, Earl of Mulgrave, Marquis of Normanby, and Duke of Buckingham, 1723, it was written in 1675. Dryden certainly had little share in writing this poem, perhaps no share at all. The evidence, which is inconsistent and perplexing, may be summarized as follows: When the poem was circulated, apparently in manuscript, in 1679, Lord Rochester affected to believe Dryden the author, and in consequence of the attack on himself in lines 230-269 had him assaulted one evening in Rose Alley: see Biographical Sketch, pp. xxv, xxvi. The poem is assigned to Dryden in Poems on Affairs of State, ed. 4, 1702, and ed. 5, 1703. (The earlier editions have not been accessible to the present editor.) In Spence's Anecdotes there occurs the following passage, attributed to Dean Lockier, who knew Dryden well : "Sheffield, Duke of Buckingham's famous essay, has certainly been cried up much more than it deserves, though corrected a good deal by Dryden. It was this which set him up for a poet; and he was resolved to keep up that character, if he could, by any means, fair or foul. Could anything be more impudent than his publishing that satire, for writing which Dryden was beat in Rose Alley (and which was so remarkably known by the name of the Rose Alley Satire), as his own! He made, indeed, a few alterations in it first; but these were only verbal, and generally for the worse." On the other hand, the poem is attributed to Lord Mulgrave in A New Collection of Poems relating to State Affairs, 1705. More important, Mulgrave positively denied Dryden's authorship, in a passage of his own Essay on Poetry, first published in 1682. (For notice of publication, see the Term Catalogue for Michaelmas Term (November) of that year: this first edition of the Essay has not been accessible to the present editor.) In the second edition of the Essay on Poetry, 1691, he made the denial more emphatic by adding sidenotes: passage and notes are as follows: The Laureat here [in satire] may justly claim our Praise, His own deserve as great Applause sometimes; A Libel, Mr. D-n. A famous Satyrical Poem of his. for which he was both applauded and wounded, tho intirely innocent of the whole matter. In a later edition, 1713, of the Essay on Poetry (included by Tonson in one volume with Poems by the Earl of Roscomon, 1717), the last note becomes : A Copy of Verses, call'd An Essay on Satyr, for which Mr. Dryden was both Applauded and Beaten, tho' not only Innocent but Ignorant, of the whole matter. Finally, the Essay upon Satire appears in Mulgrave's Works, 1723. Thus the evidence for Dryden's having a share in the authorship of the Essay upon Satire is extremely slender. The ascriptions of authorship in Poems on Affairs of State doubtless rested only on current gossip, and are of no authority. Lockier's testimony is emphatically at secondhand; moreover, the first part of it seems inconsistent with the conclusion. Still, Mulgrave's vanity would lead him to minimize any aid he may have received from Dryden; and even his footnote of 1713 does not state that Dryden was "ignorant of the poem as a whole, but only of the attack on Rochester contained in it. The present editor, however, thinks it certain that Mulgrave was the real author of this poem, which is here reprinted because of its bearing on Dryden's biography, and because of the possibility that some parts of it may have been his work.] How dull, and how insensible a beast Who know not only to instruct, but please. 11 In charming numbers; so that as men grew In satire too the wise took different ways, But of these two, the last succeeded best, Against the grossest follies they declaim; 40 Of such a wretched rabble who would write? Much less half wits: that's more against our rules; For they are fops, the other are but fools. They are as common that way as the other: Yet sauntering Charles between his beastly brace Meets with dissembling still in either place, In loyal libels we have often told him, But there's no meddling with such nauseons men; Their very names have tir'd my lazy pen: 'Tis time to quit their company, and choose Some fitter subject for a sharper Muse. First, let 's behold the merriest man alive Against his careless genius vainly strive; Quit his dear ease, some deep design to lay, 'Gainst a set time, and then forget the day: 90 Yet he will laugh at his best friends, and be 100 That shadow of a jest shall be enjoy'd, soar. Alas! that soaring, to those few that know, lie: So modern fops have fancied they could fly, } And wit enough to laugh at his own ways; 129 And what is that at best, but one whose mind wrong. 139 160 For sense sits silent, and condemns for weaker 170 180 And pleasure lose only for pleasure's sake. Mul-ve had much ado to scape the snare, 200 And cuckolds smil'd in hopes of sweet revenge; And little Sid, for simile renown'd, 210 |