Style
Collier's The Art of Ingeniously Tormenting has been described as the "best-known generic satire written in the eighteenth century by a woman." She is one of the many female 18th-century authors (including Frances Burney, Sarah Fielding, Sarah Scott, and Charlotte Turner Smith) who experimented with "alternative models for relationships, for different ways of regarding others and even for ameliorating society."
As a sign of his favor for Collier's style, satiric humor, and classical learning, Henry Fielding wrote in the beginning of an edition of Horace:
- To Miss Jane Collyer,
- This Edition of the best
- of all the Roman Poets,
- as a Memorial (however poor)
- of the highest Esteem for
- an Understanding more than
- Female, mixed with virtues almost
- more than human, gives, offers up
- and dedicates her Sincere Friend
- Henry Fielding
This was one of the last works that Fielding would write because he left that evening on a trip to Lisbon where he died two months later.
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