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An
Account
Of the Enſuing
Poem,
in a
Letter
To the Honourable
Sir Robert Howard.
Sir,
I am ſo many ways oblig’d to you, and ſo little able to return your Favours, that, like thoſe who owe too much I can only live by getting farther into your Debt. You have not only been careful of my Fortune, which was the effect of your Nobleneſs, but you have been ſolicitous of my Reputation, which is that of your Kindneſs. It is not long ſince I gave you the trouble of peruſing a Play for me, and now,
Vol. III.
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