[TO]
Mr. BRAUND.
SIR,
et Mercenary Authors flatter the Great, and subject their Principle to Interest and Ambition, I scorn such sordid Views; You only are Eminent in my Eyes: On You I look as the most Useful Member in a Body-Politic, and your Art far superior to all others: Therefore,
Tu mihi Mecænas Eris!
O Braund, my Patron! my Pleasure! my Pride! disdain not to grace my Labours with a kind Perusal. Suspend a-while your more momentous Cares, and condescend to taste this little Fricassee of Mine.
I write not this, to Bite you by the Ear, (i. e.) flatter you out of a Brace or two of Guinea’s: No; as I am a true Dumpling Eater, my Views are purely Epicurean, and my utmost Hopes center’d in partaking of some elegant Quelque Chose tost up by your judicious Hand. I regard Money but as a Ticket which admits me to your Delicate Entertainments; to me much more Agreeable than all the Monkey-Tricks of Rival Harlequins, or Puppet-Show Finery of Contending Theatres.
The Plague and fatigue of Dependance and Attendance, which call me so often to the Court-end of