Again on Mira’s singing,
The Slave that from her Wit or Beauty flies,
If she but reach him with her Voice, he dies.
In such noble Company, I imagin Mr. Addison will not be ashamed to appear, thus speaking of Mr. Cowley;
His Turns too closely on the Reader press;
He more had pleas’d us, had he pleas’d us less.
And of Mr. Waller,
Oh had thy Muse not come an Age too soon.
And of Mr. Dryden’s Muse,
Whether in Comick Sounds or Tragick Airs