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Alexander, Or the false Prophet.
PErhaps, my dear Celsus, you think you have set me a light, and easy task, when you enjoyn me to send you Alexander of Abonwall, the impostor's life, Trickes, Adventures, and cousenages, written in a book. But he, who shall exactly describe them all, shall find it an enter∣prize as hard as to write the deeds of Alexander the sonne of Philippe: the one being as eminent for his villanie, as the other for his valour. Yet upon condition you will read me with pardon, and supply the defects of my nar∣ration with your own Additions, I will undertake the work: and will endeavour to purge, if not all, yet as much of Augea's Oxstall, as I can, by carrying forth some few Baskets full of filth; that from thence you may guesse how great and unmeasurable the Dung was, which three thousand Oxen were able to make in so many years. Though I cannot, in the mean time, but blush both for you and my selfe. For you, who think fit a person so wicked should be committed to memory, and writing: For my selfe, for imploying my labour in the History and Actions of a fellow not worthy to be read by Schollars, but to be seen in some populous and ample Theatre dis∣membred by Apes, and Foxes. Yet if any shall accuse us, we can defend our selves by example. For Arrianus, Epictetus Schollar, a man much reverenced at Rome, who spent his whole life in study, shall in like case be our A∣pology. For he refused not to write the life of Tilliborus the Thiefe. But I am to speake of a Thiefe much more famous, and cruell: who robbed not in woods, or moun∣tains, but in Cities; nor made Mynia only, or Ida his walk, or beset some few wild places of Asia, but (as I may so say) overspread the whole Romane Empire with his Rob∣beries. First, then, I will give you a draught of his person, and dravv his picture to you as vvell as I can; though I be