LONDON,
Printed for Bernard Lintott, at the Cross-Keys
between the Two Temple-Gates in Fleet-street.
[TO THE]
RIGHT HONOURABLE
JOHN Lord SOMMERS,
Lord-President of [Her Hajesty's] most
Honourable Privy-Council.
May it please Your Lordship,
AS it's an Establish'd Custom in these latter Ages, for all Writers, particularly the Poetical, to shelter their Productions under the Protection of the most Distinguish'd, whose Approbation produces a kind of Inspiration, much superior to that which the Heathenish Poets pretended to derive from their Fictitious Apollo: So it was my Ambition to Address one of my weak Performances to Your Lordship, who, by Universal Consent, are justly allow'd to be the best Judge of all kinds of Writing.