He has also, to the best of my remembrance, degraded her still more, by making her love absolute sensuality and appetite; Dryden had no other notion of the passion.

With all these defects, and they are very gross ones, it is a noble poem.

Guiscard's answer, when first reproached by Tancred, is noble in Boccace, nothing but this: _Amor pua molto piu che ne roi ne io possiamo_.

This, Dryden has spoiled.

He says first very well, 'The faults of love by love are justified,' and then come four lines of miserable rant, quite _a la Maximin_.