This reproach was eaſily obliterated: for it had happened to Pomfret as to almoſt all other men who plan ſchemes of life; he had departed from his purpoſe and was then married.
The malice of his enemies had however a very fatal conſequence: the delay conſtrained his attendance in London where he caught the ſmall-pox, and died in 1703, in the thirty-ſixth year of his age.
He publiſhed his poems in 1699; and has always been the favourite of that claſs of readers, who, without vanity or criticism, ſeek only their own amuſement.
His Choice exhibits a ſyſtem of life adopted to common notions, and equal to common expectations; ſuch as a ſtate as affords plenty and tranquillity, without excluſion of intellectual pleaſures. Perhaps no compoſition in our language has been oftener peruſed than Pomfret's Choice.
In his other poems there is an eaſy volubility, the pleaſure of ſmooth metre is afforded to the ear, and the mind is not oppreſſed with the ponderous or entangled with intricate ſentiment. He pleaſes many, and he who pleaſes many muſt have merit.