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It had your
Heartily wish this Play were as perfect
as I intended it, that it might be more I
worthy your Acceptance; and that my Dedication of it to you, might be more becoming that Honour and Esteem
which 1, with every Body who is so fortunate as to know you, have for
you. Countenance when yet unknown ; and now it is made publick, it wants your Protection.
I would not have any Body imagine, that I think this Play without its Faults, for I am Conscious of several. I confess I design'd (whatever Vanity or Ambition occasion'd that Design) to have written a true and regular Comedy: but I found it an Undertaking which put me in mind of-----Sudet multum, fruftraque laboret ausus idem. And now to make Amends for the Vanity of such a Defign, I do confess both the Attempt, and the imperfect Performance. Yet I must take the Boldness to say, I have not mifcarry'd in the whole ; for the Mechanical part of it is regular. That I may say with as little Vanity, as a Builder may say he has built a House according to the Model laid down before him ; or a Gardiner that he has set his Flowers in a Knot of such or such a Figure. I design'd the Moral first, and to that Moral I invented the Fable, and do not know that