When I behold, by warrant from thy Pen, A Prince rigging our Fleets, arming our, Men, Conducting to remotest shores our force (Without a Dido to retard his course) And thence repelling in successe-full fight, Th'usurping Foe (whose strength was all his Right) By two brave Heroes, (whom wee justly may By Homer's Ajax or Achilles lay,) I doubt the Author of the Tale of Troy, With him, that makes his Fugitive enjoy The Carthage Queene, and thinke thy Poem may Impose upon Posteritie, as they Have done on us: What though Romances lye Thus blended with more faithfull Historie? Wee, of th'adult'rate mixture not complaine, But thence more Characters of Vertue gaine; More pregnant Patterns, of transcedent Worth, Than barren and insipid Truth brings forth: So, oft the Bastard nobler fortune meets, Than the dull Issue of the lawfull sheets.
