4to., pp. , 24; paper browned, edges slightly chipped; modern wrappers.
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First edition. The countess had died in May 1691, but ‘betwixt ill health, some business, and many troubles’, publication of this eulogy was delayed until March 1692 (as the Lutrell copy is dated). The poem, commissioned by the Earl of Abingdon, praises the piety and charity of its subject, its somewhat abstract manner a product of Dryden’s ‘One Disadvantage’ in its composition, ‘which is, never to have known, or seen my Lady.’
Wing D 2270; Macdonald 29; Pforzheimer 324.
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