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EDMUND Waller was born on the third of March, 1605, at Colshill in Hertfordshire. His father was Robert Waller, esquire, of Agmondesham, in Buckinghamshire, whose family was originally a branch of the Kentish Wallers ; and his mother was the daughter of John Hampden, of Hampden in the same county, and sister to Hampden, the zealot of rebellion.
His father died while he was yet an infant, but left him a yearly income of three thousand five hundred pounds; which rating together the value of money and the customs of life, we may reckon more than equivalent to ten thousand at the present time.
He was educated by the care of his mother, at Eton ; and removed afterwards to King's college in Cambridge. He was sent to parliament in his eighteenth, if not in his sixteenth year, and frequented the court of James the First, where he heard a very remarkable conversation, which the writer of the life prefixed to his works, who seems to have been well informed of facts, though he may sometimes err in chronology, has delivered as indubitably certain.
“ He found Dr. Andrews, bishop of Winchester, and Dr. Neale, bishop of Durhan; 'standing behind his majesty's chair; and there happened something extraordinary," continues this writer, “ in the conversation those prelates had with the king, on which
Mr. Waller did often reflect. His majesty asked the bishops, "My lords, cannot I take my subjects' money when I want it, without all this formality of parliament?” The bishop of Durham readily answered, “ God forbid, sir, but you should : you are the breath of our nostrils." Whereupon the king turned, and said to the bishop of Winchester, “ Well, my lord, what say you ?” “Sir," replied the bishop, “I have no skill to judge of parliamentary cases.” The king answered, “ No put-offs, my lord ; answer me presently,” " Then, sir," said he, “ I think it is lawful for you to take my brother Neale's money for he offers it.” Mr. Waller said, the company was pleased with this answer, and the wit of it seemed to affect the king ; for, a certain lord coming in soon after, his majesty cried out, “Oh, my lord, they say you lig with my lady.” “No sir,” says his lordship in confusion; “ but I like her company, because she has so much. wit.” “Why then," says the king," do you not lig with my lord of Winchester there ?"
Waller's political and poetical life began nearly together. In his eighteenth year he wrote the poem that appears first in his works, on" the prince's escape at St. Andero:" a piece which justifies the observation made by one of his editors, that he attained, by a felicity like instinct, a style which perhaps will never be obsolete ; and that, “ were we to judge only by the wording, we could not know what was wrote at twenty, and what at fourscore." His versification was, in his first essay, such as it appears in his last performance, By the perusal of Fairfax's translation of Tasso, to which, as Dryden* relates, he confessed himself indebted for the smoothness of his numbers, and by his own nicety of observation, he had already formed
* Preface to his fábles. Dr.! d.
such a system of metrical harmony as he never afterward much needed, or much endeavoured to improve. Denham corrected his numbers by experience, and gained ground gradually upon the ruggedness of his age; but what was acquired by Denham, was inherited by Waller.
The next poem, of which the subject seems to fix the time, is supposed by Mr. Fenton to be the address to the queen, which he considers as congratulating her arrival, in Waller's twentieth year. He is apparently mistaken ; for the mention of the nation's obligations to her frequent pregrancy, proves that it was written when she had brought many children. We have therefore no date of any other poetical production before that which the murder of the duke of Buckingham occasioned; the steadiness with which the king received the news in the chapel, deserved indeed to be rescued from oblivion.
Neither of these pieces that seem to carry their own dates could have been the sudden effusion of fancy. In the verses on the prince's escape, the prediction of his marriage with the princess of France, must have been written after the event; in the other, the promises of the king's kindness to the descendants of Buckingham, which could not be properly praised till it had appeared by its effects, show that time was taken for revision and improvement. It is not known that they were published till they appeared long afterward with other poems.
Waller was not one of those idolaters of praise who cultivate their minds at the expense of their fortunes. Rich as he was by inheritance, he took care early to grow richer, by marrying Mrs. Banks, a great heiress in the city, whom the interest of the court was employed to obtain for Mr. Crofts. Having brought
him a son who died young, and a daughter, who was afterward married to Mr. Dormer, of Oxfordshire, she died in childbed, and left him a widower of about fiveand-twenty, gay and wealthy, to please himself with another marriage.
Being too young to resist beauty, and probably to vain to think himself resistible, he fixed his heart, perhaps half fondly and half ambitiously, upon the lady Dorothea Sidney, eldest daughter of the earl of Leicester, whom he courted by all the poetry in which Sacharissa is celebrated ; the name is derived from the Latin appellation of sugar, and implies, if it means any thing, a spiritless mildness, and dull good-nature, such as excites rather tenderness than esteem, and such as, though always treated with kindness, is never honoured or admired.
Yet he describes Sacharissa as a sublime predominating beauty, of lofty charms, and imperious influcncé, on whom he looks with amazement rather than fondness, whose chains he wishes, though in vain, to break, and whose presence is wine that inflames to madness.
His acquaintance with this high-born dame gave wit no opportunity of boasting its influence; she was not to be subdued by the powers of verse, but rejected his addresses, it is said, with disdain, and drove him away to solace his disappointment with Amoret or Phillis. She married, in 1639, the earl of Sunderland, who died at Newberry, in the king's cause; and, in her old age, meeting somewhere with Waller, asked him when he would again write such verses upon her; 66 When you are as young madam,” said he, "and as handsome as you were then.”
In this part of his life it was that he was known to Clarendon, among the rest of the men who were
cininent in that age for genius and literature ; but known so little to his advantage, that they who read his character will not much condemn Sacharissa, that she did not descend from her rank to his embraces, nor think every.excellence comprised in wit.
The lady was, indeed, inexorable ; but his uncommon qualifications, though they had no power upon her, recommended him to the scholars, and statesmen; and undoubtedly many beauties of that time, however they might receive his love, were proud of his praises. Who they were, whom he dignifics with poetical names, cannot now. be known. Amoret, according to Mr. Fenton, was the lady Sophia Murray. Perhaps by traditions preserved in families more may be discovered.
From the verses written at Penshurst, it has been collected that he diverted his disappointment by a voyage; and his biographers, from his poem on the whales, think it not improbable that he visited the Bermudas; but it seems much more likely that he should amuse himself with forming an imaginary scene, than that so important an incident, as a visit to America, should have been left floating in conjectural probability
From his twenty-eighth to his thirty-fifth year, he wrote his pieces on the reduction of Sallee; on the reparation of St. Paul's; to the king on his navy; the panegyrick on the queen mother; the two poems to the earl of Northumberland ; and perhaps others, of which the time cannot be discovered.
When he had lost all hopes of Sacharissa, he looked round him for an easier conquest, and gained a lady of the family of Bresse, or Breaux. The time of his marriage is not exactly known. It has not been discovered that this wife was won by his poetry; nor is