Mr. DREYDEN VINDICATED, IN A REPLY TO THE Friendly Vindication of Mr. Dreyden. WITH REFLECTIONS On the ROTA.  
Demitte Auricul as, ut Iniquae mentis Asellus  
Quum gravius dorso subiit onus.  Hor. lib. 1. Serm. Sat. 9 
LONDON: Printed for T. D. and are to be sold in Fleetstreet, the Exchange, and Westminster-Hall. 1673.   

Mr. DREYDEN Vindicated.  
SIR,  
CAsting my eyes upon the Title of your Pamphlet, I promised myself a Diversion I have much coveted, that is, a Vindication of Mr. Dreyden, whose Pen at present is one of the most Ingenious and Innocent Recreations England enjoys; when proceeding to satisfy my Curiosity in the Discourse as before in the Title, I perceived 'twas my Destiny to share with Mr. Dreyden in his Abuse; only with this difference: His Reputation, and my lost time were the Preys. As for my Injury, I had let it sleep, in respect that it was not only mine, but▪ general Calamity: But when I found Mr. Dreyden so coarsely handled, fearing such Discourses might be of ill consequence, (as Precedents who make it a Mode to decry all Ingenuity) the Zeal and Reverence I had for Learning, Wit, and Innocent pleasure, urged me (in this ensuing Treatise) to vindicate him, who is so great a Patron of all those three Virtues.  
The world is now so overrun with Wits, that Poets have as hard a Task as Woman's Parsons or Tailors, not one in ten pleases. So numerous are the Critics, so frequent is Wit, and so elevated are their Fancies, that as a great Lady did, they forget Common Notions, and cry to their servants, Give me, give me, give me, I think ye call it a Pin.  
Nay, your stomaches are now grown so squeamish, that good solid Sense will not take; no, it must have Wit: But if you hear a sentence which is a Jest with no Sense in it, than away you run with that; 'tis Wit, 'tis Wit; no matter for Sense. Now of this latter sort of Wit is the Rota filled with, from whence sprung your Pamphlet as Branches from the Root of a tree: neither are you less severe; but as the Greatest Treasons are generally Maqueraded, and acted privately, so is yours, who meets him with a kiss, and then stabs him; Reprieves him in your Title, and Condemns him in your Book.  
As on Mr. Dreydens' behalf I cannot but be exceeding sorrowful that the Rota so surprised him, as to put him in a Swoon, (with his Critical Engines levelled against his sieges and Conquests) so on the Publicks behalf I greatly rejoice that you have found out such an easy Expedient to recover one out of a Trance, as you say Tweaking by the Nose is. Had you been Contemporary with Mahomet, and of his Cabal, you must either have concealed that Expedient, or you had confounded him for a Prophet. But howsoever, I hope you'll be so good a Commonwealths-man as to put it in Culpeper's Dispensatory at the Next Impression.  
I am altogether Ignorant whether your Expectation is of succeeding Mr. Dreyden in his Laurel. If so, your War is Lawful. But the world is apt to censure it may be with you as with some University-professors of Wit, who having learned one or two Sentences of Latin, or Divine Clinches, make Discourses on purpose to extend them. Some Authors are as thrifty of their Jests, as ChanceryClerks of their words, who allow but three a penny in their Writings. But you are as free of your Wit and Jests, as Citizens of Macquerel when they are Twenty a Groat; that you may wind the house (where they are) before you see it.  
Those Objections you raise against Mr. Dreyden, are observed to be collected not so much out of Mr. Dreyden as out of the Rota; which makes your Readers conjecture you to be some Itinerant Pastor, that takes Breviates at London-Scrmons, and then in the Country vents them for his own, and makes them fit any Text, though the Foppery be the same. 
You were gay-humoured, and you are  
Now pensive;  
Once calm, and now unquiet.   
Here you have borrowed an Objection from the Rota, and for want of French fallen into their Mistake: for Gay-humoured is nothing else but Gayeté du Coeur, and an expression that may be applied without forfeiture of Respect to any person how great soever. Besides, if this expression were not refin'd enough for a Privy Counsellor to salute his Sovereign with, yet it were for a Chambermaid, she never being bred up at the University. 
Even as the fearful Hare when coursed on Plain,  
and longer can't her flight maintain;  
By the fierce Dog, with flux turned up does lie,  
Who though not killed, yet cannot fly.   
Here I find the main scruple which troubles his Conscience is, why Mr. Dreyden calls fearful, so timorous a creature as a Hare naturally is? To which I Reply: Why do we say, Cruel Tyrant, or Wicked Rogue? since a Tyrant naturally is so Cruel, and a Rogue so Wicked: for a Tyrant hath as little mercy; and Rogue goodness, as an Hare valour. Pavidumque Leporem, says Horace, Epist. 2. Also this Simile was appled only to the Ship, and not to the Prince; wherefore it injures not him: and I believe the Ship never asked for Justice against Mr. Dreyden's Simile.  
Methinks the Gentleman who was so Indulgent to Mr. Dreydens' Reputation, should have a little considered his own, and retained that Wit for himself which he so freely bestows on Mr. Dreyden, when he turns 
This is my Will, etc. into  
This is my Wit, and this my Wit shall be.   
He might even as well have said, I love Wit, but Wit loveth not me.  
As Sir Roger saith of Tobacco in the Play, when it makes him sick: I love it, but it loveth not me: this is my will, and this I will have done.  
In the Descant upon these words, I find the Author of the Rota goes a little beyond our Vindicator, and quarrels with the Chiming of the two words Will and Will; whereas that Ingemination adds a further grace and force to the Authority of the Resolution. Neither can it properly be called a Tautology, the inculcating of a Command; as if a man should say, You shall, you shall, I say you shall do't; where's the Chime or the Absurdity of the same thing again? But here we have reason to imagine that worthy Gentleman (who was so indulgent to Mr. Dreyden's Repute) had more experience in Limning then Poetry, by his discourse of Mr. Dreyden's pale and Vermilion cheeks; which terms of Art are to hint you of his skill in Polygraphy. He does like a Country-Justice in a Coffee-house, that brings in Henry the 8's Statutes, or Dalton, upon all occasions, to show his Reading; or as some Apothecaries, that will run you over all the Titles of their Galley-pots, to be thought Doctors. Again, the same indulgent party complains of the conjunction of Saucy with Boldness, in the Maiden-Queen. 
I must tell you it is a saucy  
Boldness thus to press on my Retirements.   
Nay, and to make these words seem more Ridiculous, he says that Saucie-Boldness is a pretty Sawcebox-word. Truly a very ingenious Quibble: A man would almost swear this Gentleman to be the Poetaster that in a Reply upon Doctor Wild's Poems, Christened him the Wild Poet. But for his better information, the Epithet of Saucy serves very well to distinguish an Impudent or an Insolent Boldness, from a generous: as put the case, A man should take the freedom to pass a Judgement upon the Boldness of the vindicator; there is a Boldness in censuring the Style of a man that writes better than himself; and that's an Arrogant Boldness: there is a Boldness of censuring a man that lives better than himself; and that's a Scandalous Boldness: and then there's the Boldness of Blind Bayard, that makes a man run his head against Stonewalls; and that's a Bruital Boldness. I shall leave the Vindicator to take his Choice: for my Business is only to prove that Boldness requires an Epithet to clear it. Another of your Comerades condemns Mr. Dreyden's Fiction in Tyrannic Love, pag. 4. 
- Midst this was heard the Shrill and Tender cry  
Of well-pleased Ghosts which in the storm did fly,  
Danced to and fro, and skimed along the Ground,  
Till to the Magic Circle they were bound—   
Upon these Lines I perceive the Worthy Gentleman is offended that Mr. Dreyden permits his Ghosts to Sing and Dance: which is no great matter to him, so long as he is at no Charge either for Singing-master or Dancing-master. But his chief Cavil is at the words Shrill and Tender as inconsistent; which most ingeniously he illustrates by Harsh and Gentle. Now if Ghosts in general may be admitted, I beseech you let us imagine withal, that there is something for them to do; and it shall be all one to me whether they sing & dance, or play on the Sackbut or the Jews-trump. But to justify the Congruity of the words Shrill and Tender, the former relates properly to the exility of the Sound, and the other with the softness of the voice denotes also a gentleness of Disposition or Affection. Who knows but that Ghosts may sing and dance as well as when they were Men and Women? I am sure if Valeria's Ghost in Tyrannic Love speaks truth, they do: for she says, 
— That after death we Sprights have just such Natures.  
We had for all the world when Humane creatures.▪   
Your next Quarrel is at these Lines in Maximin: 
— They Coursing it as He were fenced within,  
And saw this dreadful Scene of Fate begin.—   
Your Asterism * upon They, and then your Marginal Comment upon it, viz. The Rota Coursing his Muse, has left us more in the Dark than we were before: for I hope you do not intend to make a pack of Curs of the Cabal, or that his Muse is brought upon the Stage to be baited to death, as the Primitive Christians were upon the Theatre. But your main Criticism lies upon placing as he were in stead of while we were: whence arise two difficulties, viz. upon as in stead of while; and then he for we. The latter was manifestly the Printers mistake; the former seems to me to be none at all: for as and while are very commonly and warrantably used to the same purpose; for Instance, As I was in my Chamber, etc. why not As as well as while? But some people love to play with words, as a Cat with a Feather, or an Ape with a pair of Breeches; sometimes with his head out at the Kneetyes, sometimes at the Codpiece, sometimes at the Waistband; when the Breeches are the same still, which way soever he turns them. Again, I perceive you are much disgusted with those Lines of Maximin: 
— Provoke my Rage no further, lest I be  
Revenged at once upon the Gods and thee.—   
Where you accuse Mr. Dreyden for Profaneness. This Nicety perchance may advance the sale of your Book among the pretended Zealots; yes, and your Reputation too; although it were as absurd to make an Atheist speak piously, as a pious man Atheistically: but the sound of Religion goes a great way with those that place it rather in the Accent than in the Practice. And methinks your Scruple at the Expression, might have done as well, if it had been seasoned with a little Charity for the Author. But we'll Compound that Point, if you please; and Mr. Dreyden's next Pagan shall enter the Stage with a Pater Noester. A man might make remarks pleasant enough upon the Remainder of your sixth page, where you are pleased to sport yourself with Mr. Dreyden's Conscience, and the Equivogue of Assignation upon Love in a Nunnery: but it is all Bubble, and breaks with the blowing upon. Here now you must permit me to say, You are too severe to Railly upon this last new Play so suddenly, before you can have the opportunity of Reading it: which makes some apprehend it with you, as with Fruit-women, who are so eager of venting the Earliest fruit, that they bring only Trash to the Market. And truly 'tis observed in your weak Objections, that you are Cautious what Devils you raise, lest you should not be able to lay them again. We'll now pass to somewhat more material, and that is, your grand Exception to the White-day, in these Lines of his Maximin: 
— Let us use all, for if we lose one day,  
That White one in the Crowd may slip away.   
You urge, that it is not usual in the English Tongue to call a prosperous day a White day. Where you must give me leave to mind you of a whole Nest of Mistakes one within another. First, Mr. Dreyden does not intend a prosperous day, but a day that might have been Prosperous, if the Opportunity then offered had been improved; and advises the watching of all Opportunities that no Occasions slip. Secondly, you argue, that it is not Current, because it is not Common: which rate of Reasoning will destroy all things that are excellent. And thirdly, that White day is not good in English. As if a Roman Emperor had been to be treated in the English Tongue. But it is very Elegant Latin. See the two first lines of the second satire of Perseus: 
Hunc Macrinae diem numera meliore Lapillo  
Q● tibi Laments apponit● Candidus annos;   
Alluding to the Custom of casting a White stone into a Box upon every fortunate day, and a Black one on the contrary: neither (with your Critical leave) is it amiss in the Translation. Nor will it avail at all, your conceit of the Drea● of White money that put this White day in the Author's heart; when it was in effect this White day which put a great deal of White money in the Author's Pocket.  
You have another fling at him for his Observations up●● Men, their Words, and Actions; and in short, for bringing Humane nature upon the Stage: Whereas you should ●ather have commended him for it, as the main End, Business, and Perfection of Comedy. 
Quicquid agunt Homines, Votum, Timor, Ira, Voluptas,  
Gaudia, discursus nostri est farrago libelli.   
This was juvenal's Theme, and may without any disparagement be Mr. Dryden's. But the poor man, it seems, is fallen under a miserable Dilemma; either he must represent on the one side what was never said or done, (and so make himself Ridiculous) or fall under the scandal of a Libeler for the contrary on the other. But as to what you charge upon him for falling upon persons, it is neither proved by you, nor justified by me.  
Another Objection you collect from the Rota, upon the Contradiction in a severe and sullen joy.. Seneca tells you Res est severa Gaudium. And then for your Gloomy smile too, which gives so much offence; I think A Gloomy smile and sullen joy appeared, is as proper a form of speech, as A Gloomy or Waterish sunshine, when the Sun appears through a Cloud or Mist.  
For Mr. Dreydens' Prologue to his Maiden Queen, wherein you tax him with confidence; this may be his excuse, that Confidence as well becomes those that write well, as Silence those that write ill. Now (for all your severe Censures) however Mr. Dreyden is highly obliged to you, in giving yourself the trouble to find out whether he was a Wit or no; which is a very great trouble, I can assure you Sir: for all Philosophers are not Hare-finders: the pains being equal, as if you had gone to Mr. Lilly, or Cast his Ingenuity: for you proved it by as infallible a Sign, as any Privy Counsellor to the Planets could have certified you by his Calculation, that is, by Logic, as thus:— - Either you have a Gig, or you have lost a Gig.—  
Which may be answered, — You never had a Gig.—  
Truly, a very Learned way of Conjuring and Arguing, much after the rate that some Soph-wits prove the Moon to be made of Greencheese; whose Arguments are these: 
The Moon is made of Greencheese, or something else.  
Now Custard is something else; and it is not made of Custard.  
Ergo, 'tis made of Greencheese.   
Another Accusation against Mr. Dreyden is, that his presumption extends to the defaming of his Predecessors, as Ben johnson, etc. by saying, — Then Comedy was faultless, but 'twas course.—  
This is the Commendation of a fresh Country-girl, that she is sound, but hard-favourd: and it was a true definition of our predecessors Plays, The Drama and Poetical Methods were most accurately observed, as the Plot, etc. but view the Lines, apprehend the Sense, and compare the Language with those of this present Age, and then you'll perceive the difference.  
For Mr. Dreyden's Prologue to his Maiden-Queen, where you tax him with Again for Boasting; he does but confess his Little Ph●s● honestly; and therefore justly merits a Pardon. 
— A mingled Chime  
Of Johnson's and Corneille's Rhyme.—   
But if you condemn the Boldness of Poets, how comes Ben johnson to scape you? who when his Sejanus was hissed, comes himself on the Stage, and speaks thus to the Audience:  
Gentlemen, 
This in my Plays behalf I boldly say,  
By God 'tis good; and if you likeed, you may.   
The next Impeachment you bring against Mr. Dreyden is for the obscenity of his Comedies; where you term them all downright Bawdry, when the worst of them is but Implicit. Now against such Reports, he may plead that every Poet must strive to please the Humour of the Age wherein he writes; and so does Mr. Dreyden, and so did his Predecessors. See The Heiress, Alchumist, and Bartholmew-Fayr. Besides, as a supple Courtier ought not to write against Flattery, so ought not you against Obscenity, 
Whose Railing Style is so obscene and loud,  
As if your very Muse itself went Proud.   
'Tis a received Opinion amongst all your Readers, that Mr. Dreyden did Prophetically railly upon you in his Epilogue to Granado, 1 Part; where he says,- 
- They who write Ill, and they who ne'er durst write,  
Turn Critics out of mere Revenge and Spite.   
By your Writing, you do appear to be one of those Spiteful Critics, who, like old crabbed-faced Maids, wish there were no such things as Beauty and Husbands, because they have none; and do so malice those who have, that they will Paint and Patch at Threescore years old to get them Beauty and Husbands; making themselves Baboons on Earth, for fear of leading Apes in Hell. The only Defence I can make for you, is the same Quibbling Excuse your Generosity conferred on Mr. Dreyden, which was— That he writ as well as any man— that could write no better.  
Now as for Mr. Dreyden, all these Errors wherewith he hath been taxed, are so few and inconsiderable, that nothing but a selfconceited Envy could have spied: which implies, either that he never committed great Crimes, or that you had not the Wit to find them; to whom Mr. Dreyden makes this Application, in his Prologue to Maximin: 
They who of each Trip the advantage take,  
Find but those Faults which they want wit to make.   

THE ERRATA: VIZ. A COLLECTION of QUIBBLES Out of the Friendly Vindication.  
See the Friendly Vindication, page and line as followeth.  

OF Critical Engines levelled against Mr. Dreyden 's Sieges and Conquests. Pag. 1. lin. 10.  
Saucy Boldness, a pretty Sawcebox-word. See p. 4. l. 4.  
He converts the word Coursing in Maximin, to be meant the Rota Coursing his Muse, p. 5. See the Margin.  
Cordials extracted from Mr. Dreyden's Muses Limbecks. See the Receipt, p. 6. l. 1.  
His Quibble upon the Assignation, or Love in a Nunnery. p. 6. l. 17.  
White day: he there interprets White for a Prophecy of White Money. p. 7. l. 6.  
That the Drama did require too many drams of Wit. p. 7. l. 15. that we must pardon.  
A Sir Positive Truth. p. 8. l. 17.  
He was going to add A Gloomy Smile. p. 10. l. 3.  
His Logical Quibble. See p. 11. l. 11, 13.  
The Dildo of Mr. Dryden's Muse. p. 12. l. 28. A Bawdy Quibble.  
That Mr. Dryden writ as well as any man— that could write no better. p. 14. l. 29, 30.  
Being under a Gloomy Sullen Censure of the Rota's. p. 16. l. 11.  
His Muse to undergo a Severe Penance for his Assignations of Love in a Nunnery. p. 16. l. 13.  
He would not suffer with a Shrill Tender easiness of mind. p. 16. l. 14.  
No more disturbed, then if a Horrid Stillness did invade my ear. p. 16. l. 23.  
If here be not enough, stay for his next Reply.  
His Objections against Annus Mirabilis are not worth Answering: besides, I leave them for a New Text for his Muse.   
FINIS.