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Show • T o w h o m your debt' 6f Jpleridor you have paid, And that (and more) to after-times convey d, In fuch a Race, as muft thofe wonders do, That none could act but they, infpire but you. But as your Merit does all Praife excel, So does your Mercy all injurious Zeal j And you in that adpr d advantage live, That nothing elfe il left you t(l forgive : But ev'n your goodnefs will its felf outfhine, If it can pardon this Addrefs of mine. So Altars once did fire from Heaven enjoy, Sent but, to kindle what it might deftroy. . . I > ,., ........ .-,.. I Ol ._..- , . • r~ 1 The ^ - 1 T h e Printer to the Read er. I Hope you- expeU no Eloquence from d Trinter, nor Regularity in a Treface, •which hath nothing to fay to you, but that Pompey being a Tranflation out of the French of Monfieur Corneille, the Hand that did it ix refponfible for nothing,but the Engfifb, and the Songs between the A8s, which were added only to lengthen the Tlay, and mafy it fitter for the Stage, when thofe that could not be re filled were refohed to have it JBed; and that no Abufes of Tranfcribers (though they were numerous) could have prevailed to fend it to theTrefs, if the Terf on mofl concern d had not fear d todif obey an excellent Lady, who commanded this Tub* lication, more than the feverity of the Cenfo* rious World. i - Dd . t i |