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8o. (Jacob Tonson.) Dedicated to the Queen. 169o. (Jan.) Don Sebastian, King of Portugal; a Tragedy.

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page 1691 ; second edition 1694. 1691. (Feb.) King Arthur, or the British Worthy; a Dramatick

Opera. 4o. (Jacob Tonson.) Another edition 1695. 1691. Preface to A Dialogue concerning Women [by W. Walsh].

8o. 1692. (March.) Eleonora : a panegyrical Poem dedicated to the

Memory of the late Countess of Abingdon. 4o. (Jacob

Tonson.) 1692. (May.) Cleomenes, the Spartan Hero; a Tragedy; to

which is prefixt the Life of Cleomenes. (Jacob Tonson.)

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Monsieur St. Euremont. Translated out of French with a Character by a Person of Honour here in England;

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into English Verse by Mr. Dryden, and several other Eminent Hands. Together with the Satires of A.Persius Flaccus. Made English by Mr. Dryden. With Explanatory Notes at the end of each Satire. To which is prefix'd a Discourse concerning the Original and Progress of Satire. fol. (Jacob Tonson). Another

edition in 1697, 8o. 1693. The Character of Polybius and his Writings (prefixed to

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Du Fresnoy, with Remarks. Translated into English,

Together with an original Preface, containing a
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4o. (W. Rogers.) 1696. Letters upon several occasions, written by and between

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With a new Translation of select Letters of Monsieur Voiture.

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rest by Mr. Dennis. 8°. 1697. Alexander's Feast, or the Power of Musique : an Ode in

Honour of St. Cecilia's Day. fol. (Tonson.) 1697. The Works of Virgil: containing his Pastorals, Georgiis

and Æneis. Translated into English Verse; By Mr. Dryden. Adorn'd with a Hundred Sculptures. fol.

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Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer, with Original

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several Eminent Hands. 4 vols. 80.

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volumes (edited by Congreve). London, 1717, 8". (Tonson.)




A Tragi-Comedy




MY LORD, This worthless present was designed you, long before it was a play; when it was only a confused mass of thoughts, tumbling over one another in the dark; when the fancy was yet in its first work, moving the sleeping images of things towards the light, there to be 5 distinguished, and then either chosen or rejected by the judgment; it was yours, my Lord, before I could call it mine. And, I confess, in that first tumult of my thoughts, there appeared a disorderly kind of beauty in some of them, which gave me hope, something 10 worthy my Lord of Orrery might be drawn from them : but I was then in that eagerness of imagination, which, by overpleasing fanciful men, flatters them into the danger of writing; so that, when I had moulded it into that shape it now bears, I looked with such disgust 15 upon it, that the censures of our severest critics are charitable to what I thought (and still think) of it myself: 'tis so far from me to believe this perfect,

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