I vow (sweet stranger) if my lazie quill Had not been disobedient to fulfill My quick desires, this glory which is thine, Had but the Muses pleased, had been mine. My Genius jumpt with thine; the very same Was our Foundation: in the very Frame Thy Genius jumpt with mine; it got the start In nothing, but Prioritie, and Art. If (my ingenious Rivall) these dull times Should want the present strength to prize thy rhymes, The time-instructed children of the next Shall fill thy margent, and admire the text; Whose well-read lines will teach them how to be The happie knowers of themselves and thee.
