ABSTRACT
About a Week ago a grave Gentleman came to the Grate of my Cell and threw me in a Pamphlet, written it seems by a Gent, of Cambridge. I read it over, and approve the Drama much, but I must send you some Thoughts that occur’d to me from Reading the Prefix’d Five Letters. The Author it seems lives at Pembroke Hall, in Cambridge, where Sophocles, Euripides, and Æschylus, have, I don’t doubt, been his darling Studies, not forgetting the abominable Rules of Aristotle, who indisputably wrote very properly concerning Dramatic Poetry at his Time of Day, but what a Figure wou’d a Modern Tragedy make with his three Unities! If Shakespeare had observed them he wou’d have flown like a Paper Kite, not soar’d like an Eagle.
