The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 395 pages of information about The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2.

The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 395 pages of information about The Poetical Works of John Dryden, Volume 2.
I have anticipated already, and taken up from Boccace before I come to him; but there is so much less behind; and I am of the temper of most kings, who love to be in debt, are all for present money, no matter how they pay it afterwards:  besides, the nature of a preface is rambling; never wholly out of the way, nor in it.  This I have learned from the practice of honest Montaign, and return at my pleasure to Ovid and Chaucer, of whom I have little more to say.  Both of them built on the inventions of other men; yet since Chancer had something of his own, as the Wife of Bath’s Tale the Cock and the Fox, which I have translated, and some others, I may justly give our countryman the precedence in that part; since I can remember nothing of Ovid which was wholly his.  Both of them understood the manners, under which name I comprehend the passions, and, in a larger sense the descriptions of persons, and their very habits:  for an example, I see Baucis and Philemon as perfectly before me, as if some ancient painter had drawn them; and all the pilgrims in the Canterbury tales, their humours, their features, and the very dress, as distinctly as if I had supped with them at the Tabard in Southwark:  yet even there too the figures in Chaucer are much more lively, and set in a better light; which though I have not time to prove, yet I appeal to the reader, and am sure he will clear me from partiality.  The thoughts and words remain to be considered in the comparison of the two poets; and I have saved myself one half of that labour, by owning that Ovid lived when the Roman tongue was in its meridian; Chaucer, in the dawning of our language:  therefore that part of the comparison stands not on an equal foot, any more than the diction of Ennius and Ovid; or of Chaucer and our present English.  The words are given up as a post not to be defended in our poet, because he wanted the modern art of fortifying.  The thoughts remain to be considered; and they are to be measured only by their propriety; that is, as they flow more or less naturally from the persons described, on such and such occasions.  The vulgar judges, which are nine parts in ten of all nations, who call conceits and jingles wit, who see Ovid full of them, and Chaucer altogether without them, will think me little less than mad for preferring the Englishman to the Roman; yet, with their leave, I must presume to say, that the things they admire are only glittering trifles, and so far from being witty, that in a serious poem they are nauseous, because they are unnatural.  Would any man, who is ready to die for love, describe his passion like Narcissus?  Would he think of inopem me copia fecit, and a dozen more of such expressions, poured on the neck of one another, and signifying all the same thing?  If this were wit, was this a time to be witty, when the poor wretch was in the agony of death?  This is just John Littlewit in Bartholomew Fair, who had a conceit (as he tells you) left him in his misery; a miserable
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