Muse, ’tis enough;
at length thy labour ends,
And thou shalt live,
for Buckingham commends;
Let crowds of critics
now my verse assail,
Let Dennis write, and
nameless numbers rail,
This more than pays
whole years of thankless pain—
Time, health, and fortune,
are not lost in vain.
Sheffield approves;
consenting Phoebus bends,
And I and Malice from
this hour are friends.
It may be worth the attention of the great to consider the value of that genius, which can hand them down to posterity in an interesting and amiable point of view, in spite of their own imbecilities, errors, and vices. While the personal character of Mulgrave has nothing to recommend it, and his poetical effusions are sunk into oblivion, we still venerate the friend of Pope, and the protector of Dryden.
Sheffield, duke of Buckingham, marquis
of Normanby, and earl of
Mulgrave, was born in 1649, and
died in 1720. He was therefore
twenty-seven years old when he received
this dedication.
2. On perusing such ill applied flattery, I know
not whether we ought
to feel most for Charles II. or
for Dryden.
3. The earl of Mulgrave, in the Dutch war of
1672, served as a
volunteer on board the Victory,
commanded by the earl of Ossory. He
behaved with distinguished courage
himself, and has borne witness
to that of his unfortunate admiral,
James Duke of York. His
intrepid coolness appears from a
passage in his Memoirs, containing
the observations he made during
the action, on the motion of cannon
bullets in the recoil, and their
effect when passing near the human
body. His bravery was rewarded
by his promotion to command the
Katharine, the second best ship
in the fleet. This vessel had been
captured by the Dutch during the
action, but was retaken by the
English crew before she could be
carried into harbour. Lord
Mulgrave had a picture of the Katherine
at his house in St James’s
Park.—See CARLETON’S
Memoirs, p. 5.
4. In 1548-9, there were insurrections in several
counties of England,
having for their object the restoration
of the Catholic religion,
and the redress of grievances.
The insurgents in Northamptonshire
were 20,000 strong, headed by one
Ket, a tanner, who possessed
himself of Norwich. The earl
of Northampton, marching rashly and
hastily against him, at the head