| [No. 445] | Thursday, July 31, 1712 | Addison |
Tanti non es ais. Sapis, Luperce.
Mart.
This is the Day on which many eminent Authors will probably Publish their Last Words. I am afraid that few of our Weekly Historians, who are Men that above all others delight in War, will be able to subsist under the Weight of a Stamp, and an approaching Peace. A Sheet of Blank Paper that must have this new Imprimatur clapt upon it, before it is qualified to Communicate any thing to the Publick, will make its way in the World
very heavily. In short, the Necessity of carrying a Stamp
, and the Improbability of notifying a Bloody Battel, will, I am afraid, both concur to the sinking of those thin Folios, which have every other Day retailed to us the History of
Europe
for several Years last past. A Facetious Friend of mine, who loves a Punn, calls this present Mortality among Authors,