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Her ROYAL HIGHNESS, the
PRINCESS of WALES.
XXIS I am conscious, that no
Composition of my own could be worthy to be laid at Your Royal Highness's Feet; It is my Happiness, as an Editor, to have this Opportunity of approaching You, by submitting to
Your Protection the best Dramatic Poet that these Kingdoms could ever boast of. He enjoyed, whilst living, the Favour of the greatest Queen that has fate on the English Throne; and therefore, I hope, is intitled to Your Royal Highness's Smiles over his Urn.
Could I picture out his Character equal to its Merits, the World would soon discover a fort of Parallel betwixt the Poet and his Patroness. His Excellencies were as great, as they were various; his Beauties strong, and
all native; the Frame of his Mind as sweet and candid, as his Countenance was open and engaging; and his Sentiments as chafte, as his Conceptions were noble: He knew how to charm without Affectation; and had the wondrous Force of preserving all Hearts, that once felt the Influence of his Attractions.
After what I have said, MADAM, I am afraid the Duty of this Address should be misconstrued a Panegyrick on Your Royal Highness. But I have profeffed myself
unequal to the Talk of drawing his Portraiture, and my humble Sphere in Life sets me at too great a Distance to take even the Out-lines of Your Perfections. I would not therefore, where I cannot presume to do Justice, be thcught to descend to the unbecoming Art of Flattery. I must lanch out, indeed, a great way, to make myself liable to that Iinputation, with regard to Your Royal Highness; but Dedications are generally suspected of Overftraining