“Oxford to him a dearer name shall be
  Than his own mother-university: 
  Thebes did his green unknowing youth engage,
  He chooses Athens in his riper age."[29]

A preference so uncommon, in one who had studied at Cambridge, probably originated in some cause of disgust, which we may now search for in vain.

In June 1654, the death of his father, Erasmus Dryden, proved a temporary interruption to our author’s studies.  He left the university, on this occasion, to take possession of his inheritance, consisting of two-thirds of a small estate near Blakesley, in Northamptonshire, worth, in all, about sixty pounds a year.  The other third part of this small property was bequeathed to his mother during her life, and the property reverted to the poet after her death in 1676.  With this little patrimony our author returned to Cambridge, where he continued until the middle of the year 1657.

Although Dryden’s residence at the university was prolonged to the unusual space of nearly seven years, we do not find that he distinguished himself during that time by any poetical prolusions excepting a few lines prefixed to a work, entitled, “Sion and Parnassus; or Epigrams on several Texts of the Old and New Testament,” published in 1650, by John Hoddesdon.[30] Mr. Malone conjectures that our poet would have contributed to the academic collection of verses, entitled, “Oliva Pacis,” and published in 1654, on the peace between England and Holland, had not his father’s death interfered at that period.  It is probable, we lose but little by the disappearance of any occasional verses which may have been produced by Dryden at this time.  The elegy on Lord Hastings, the lines prefixed to “Sion and Parnassus,” and some complimentary stanzas which occur in a letter to his cousin Honor Driden,[31] would have been enough to assure us, even without his own testimony, that Cowley was the darling of his youth; and that he imitated his points of wit, and quirks of epigram, with a similar contempt for the propriety of their application.  From these poems, we learn enough to be grateful, that Dryden was born at a later period in his century; for had not the road to fame been altered in consequence of the Restoration, his extensive information and acute ingenuity would probably have betrayed the author of the “Ode to St. Cecilia,” and the father of English poetical harmony, into rivalling the metaphysical pindarics of Donne and Cowley.

The verses, to which we allude, display their sublety [Transcriber’s note:  sic] of thought, their puerile extravagance of conceit, and that structure of verse, which, as the poet himself says of Holyday’s translations, has nothing of verse in it except the worst part of it—­ the rhyme, and that far from being unexceptionable The following lines, in which the poet describes the death of Lord Hastings by the small-pox, will be probably admitted as a justification of this censure: