TO A Friend of the AUTHORS, A Person of HONOVR:

BOld is the Man that dares ingage
For Piety, in such an Age.
Who can presume to find a Guard
From Scorn, when Heaven's so little spar'd?
Divines are pardon'd, they defend
Altars on which their Lives depend:
But the Prophane impatient are
When Nobler Pens make this their care.
For why should these let in a Beam
Of Divine Light to trouble them▪
And call in doubt their pleasing Thought,
That none believes what we are taught?
High Birth and Fortune warrant give,
That such Men write what they believe▪
And feeling first what they indite,
New credit give to ancient Light.
Amongst these few our Author brings
His well-known Pedigree from Kings.
This Book, the Image of his Mind,
Will make his Name not hard to find.
I wish the Throng of Great and Good
Made it less eas'ly understood.