[26] [Some matter concerning Dryden and Etherege will find, perhaps, most appropriate place in commenting on this Poem, vol. xi.--ED.] [27] Vol. x. [28] "Here duly swarm prodigious wights, And strange variety of sights, As ladies lewd, and foppish knights, Priests, poets, pimps, and parasites; Which now we'll spare, and only mention The hungry bard that writes for pension; Old Squib (who's sometimes here, I'm told), That oft has with his prince made bold, Called the late king a saunt'ring cully, To magnify the Gallic bully, Who lately put a senseless banter Upon the world, with Hind and Panther, Making the beasts and birds o'the wood Doubt, what he ne'er understood, Deep secrets in philosophy, And mysteries in theology, All sung in wretched poetry; Which rumbling piece is as much farce all, As his true mirror, the "Rehearsal;" For which he has been soundly banged, But ha'n't his just reward till hanged." _Poem on the Camp at Hounslow_. [29] Extracts from "The Address of John Dryden, Laureat, to his Highness the Prince of Orange:" "In all the hosannas our whole world's applause, Illustrious champion of our church and laws! Accept, great Nassau! from unworthy me, Amongst the adoring crowd, a bonded knee; Nor scruple, sir, to hear my echoing lyre, Strung, tuned, and joined to the universal choir; From my suspected mouth thy glories told, A known out-lyer from the English fold." After renewing the old reproach about Cromwell: