[Footnote 444: He also says in the same epistle dedicatory: "All men will join me in the adoration which I pay you." To the Earl of Rochester he writes in a letter (XVIII. 90): "I find it is not for me to contend any way with your Lordship, who can write better on the meanest subject than I can on the best.... You are above any incense I can give you." In his dedication of the Fables (XI. 195) he compares the Duke of Ormond to Joseph, Ulysses, Lucullus, etc. In his fourth poetical epistle (XI. 20) he compares Lady Castlemaine to Cato.] [Footnote 445: Dedication of the "Essay of Dramatic Poesy," XV. 286.] [Footnote 446: See Andrew Marvell's Works, I. 210.] [Footnote 447: "Marriage à la Mode," IV. 245.] [Footnote 448: Scott's "Life of Dryden," I. 447.] [Footnote 449: Letter 2, "to Mr. John Dennis," XVIII. 114.] [Footnote 450: Letter 29, "to Mrs. Steward," XVIII. 144.] [Footnote 451: "Essay of Dramatic Poesy," XV. 302.] [Footnote 452: Preface to "An Evening's Love," III. 225.] [Footnote 453: Letter 23, "to his sons at Rome," XVIII. 133.] [Footnote 454: Scott's "Life of Dryden," I. 449.] [Footnote 455: "Essay on Satire," XIII. 80.] [Footnote 456: Preface to the Fables, VI. 238.] [Footnote 457: Ibid.] [Footnote 458: Ibid. XI. 209.] [Footnote 459: Charles II.] [Footnote 460: The Duke of Monmouth.] [Footnote 461: The Earl of Shaftesbury: "Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold and turbulent of wit-- Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay And o'er-informed the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity, Pleased with the danger, when the waves went high, He sought the storm; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else, why should he, with wealth and honour blest, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please, Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease? And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeathered two-legged thing, a son, Got, while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy, In friendship false, implacable in hate, Resolved to ruin or to rule the state."] [Footnote 462: The Duke of Buckingham.] [Footnote 463: Slingsby Bethel.] [Footnote 464: Mac Flecknoe.] [Footnote 465: Mac Flecknoe.]