Note 92 — THE KILLIGREWS; (continued 2)
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A touching apology for much 'ignoble verse' of Dryden's own majestic muse—
'Licentious satire, song and play.'
Elsewhere in this ode he laments:
'Oh wretched we! why were we hurried down This lubrique and adulterous age— Nay, added fat pollutions of our own!'