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Dryden ever wrote. It was acted and printed in 1673. Footnote: 1. This extraordinary kitchen scene did not escape the ridicule of the wits of that merry age. O greater cruelty yet, Like a pig upon a spit; Here lies one there, another boiled to jelly; Just as the people stare At an ox in the fair, Roasted whole, with a pudding in's belly. A little further in, Hung a third by his chin, And a fourth cut all in quarters. O that Fox had now been living, They had been sure of heaven, Or, at the least, been some of his martyrs. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LORD CLIFFORD OF CHUDLEIGH[1]. MY LORD, After so many favours, and those so great, conferred on me by your lordship these many years,--which I may call more properly one continued act of your generosity and goodness,--I know not whether I should appear either more ungrateful in my silence, or more extravagantly vain in my endeavours to acknowledge them: For, since all acknowledgements bear a face of payment, it may be thought, that I have flattered myself into an opinion of being able to return some part of my obligements to you;--the just despair of which attempt, and the due veneration I have for his person, to whom I must address, have almost driven me to receive only with a profound submission the effects of that virtue, which is never to be comprehended but by admiration; and the greatest note of admiration is silence. It is that noble passion, to which poets raise their audience in highest subjects, and they have then gained over them the greatest victory, when they are ravished into a pleasure which is not to be expressed by words. To this pitch, my lord, the sense of my gratitude had almost raised me: to receive your favours, as the Jews of old received their law, with a mute wonder; to think, that the loudness of acclamation was only the praise of men to men, and that the secret homage of the soul was a greater mark of reverence, than an outward ceremonious joy, which might be counterfeit, and must be irreverent in its tumult. Neither, my lord, have I a particular right to pay you my acknowledgements: You have been a good so universal, that almost every
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