I know some People have been of Opinion, that _Shakespear_ is not meant by _Willy_ in the first _Stanza_ of these Verses, because _Spencer's_ Death happen'd twenty Years before _Shakespear's_. But, besides that the Character is not applicable to any Man of that time but himself, it is plain by the last _Stanza_ that Mr. _Spencer_ does not mean that he was then really Dead, but only that he had with-drawn himself from the Publick, or at least with-held his Hand from Writing, out of a disgust he had taken at the then ill taste of the Town, and the mean Condition of the Stage. Mr. _Dryden_ was always of Opinion these Verses were meant of _Shakespear_; and 'tis highly probable they were so, since he was three and thirty Years old at _Spencer's_ Death; and his Reputation in Poetry must have been great enough before that Time to have deserv'd what is here said of him. His Acquaintance with _Ben Johnson_ began with a remarkable piece of Humanity and good Nature; Mr. _Johnson_, who was at that Time altogether unknown to the World, had offer'd one of his Plays to the Players, in order to have it Acted; and the Persons into whose Hands it was put, after having turn'd it carelessly and superciliously over, were just upon returning it to him with an ill-natur'd Answer, that it would be of no service to their Company, when _Shakespear_ luckily cast his Eye upon it, and found something so well in it as to engage him first to read it through, and afterwards to recommend Mr. _Johnson_ and his Writings to the Publick. After this they were profess'd Friends; tho' I don't know whether the other ever made him an equal return of Gentleness and Sincerity. _Ben_ was naturally Proud and Insolent, and in the Days of his Reputation did so far take upon him the Supremacy in Wit, that he could not but look with an evil Eye upon any one that seem'd to stand in Competition with him. And if at times he has affected to commend him, it has always been with some Reserve, insinuating his Uncorrectness, a careless manner of Writing, and want of Judgment; the Praise of seldom altering or blotting out what he writ, which was given him by the Players who were the first Publishers of his Works after his Death, was what _Johnson_ could not bear; he thought it impossible, perhaps, for another Man to strike out the greatest Thoughts in the finest Expression, and to reach those Excellencies of Poetry with the Ease of a first Imagination, which himself with infinite Labour and Study could but hardly attain to. _Johnson_ was certainly a very good Scholar, and in that had the advantage of _Shakespear_; tho' at the same time I believe it must be allow'd, that what Nature gave the latter, was more than a Ballance for what Books had given the former; and the Judgment of a great Man upon this occasion was, I think, very just and proper. In a Conversation between Sir _John Suckling_, Sir _William D'Avenant_, _Endymion Porter_, Mr.