I know not how I am hurried back to my former theme; I ought and purposed to have celebrated those endowments and qualities of your mind, which were sufficient, even without the graces of your person, to render you, as you are, the ornament of the court, and the object of wonder to three kingdoms. But all my praises are but as a bull-rush cast upon a stream; if they sink not, ’tis because they are borne up by the strength of the current, which supports their lightness; but they are carried round again, and return on the eddy where they first began. I can proceed no farther than your beauty; and even on that too I have said so little, considering the greatness of the subject, that, like him who would lodge a bowl upon a precipice, either my praise falls back, by the weakness of the delivery, or stays not on the top, but rolls over, and is lost on the other side. I intended this a dedication; but how can I consider what belongs to myself, when I have been so long contemplating on you! Be pleased then, madam, to receive this poem, without entitling so much excellency as yours, to the faults and imperfections of so mean a writer; and instead of being favourable to the piece, which merits nothing, forgive the presumption of the author; who is, with all possible veneration,
Your Royal Highness’s
Most obedient, most humble,
Most devoted servant,
JOHN
DRYDEN.
Footnote:
1. Mary of Este, daughter of the Duke of Modena,
and second wife to
James Duke of York, afterwards James
II. She was married to him by
proxy in 1673, and came over in
the year following. Notwithstanding
her husband’s unpopularity,
and her own attachment to the Roman
Catholic religion, her youth, beauty,
and innocence secured her
from insult and slander during all
the stormy period which preceded
her accession to the crown.
Even Burnet, reluctantly, admits the
force of her charms, and the inoffensiveness
of her conduct. But
her beauty produced a more lasting
effect on the young and gallant,
than on that austere and stubborn
partizan; and its force must be
allowed, since it was extolled even
when Mary was dethroned and
exiled. Granville, Lord Lansdowne,
has praised her in “The Progress
of Beauty;” and I cannot forbear
transcribing some of the verses,
on account of the gallant spirit
of the author, who scorned to
change with fortune, and continued
to admire and celebrate, in
adversity, the charms which he had
worshipped in the meridian of
prosperity.