To the Ingenious, Judicious, and much Ho∣noured Gentleman, Francis Wright Esq
Sir: My Intentions wandring upon the limits of vain Cogitations, was at the last arrived at the propicious brinks of an Anglicis of Performance; where seeing Diana and Venus in a Martial com∣bat, and such rare Atchievements performed by two such Ininimate Goddesses, did lend to the Aspect of their Angelical Eyes, my self to be the sole Spectator of their foregoing Valour: where then their purpose was to choose me their Arbi∣trator; the which I perceiving, did with a mild Complection (knowing my self impotent) relent backwards, thinking thereby to lose less Credit, and gain more Honour, to set Pen to Paper, and to relate some certain and harmless Dialogues, that while I was present, betwixt them past, which is This Poem; &c.
By this time I suppose my Reader is suffici∣ently tired, and will take my Word that the Play is of the same piece, without giving him∣self the trouble to disprove me: and I assure him that His Love and War is yet more swelling and unintelligible, than this Play.
He tells his Patron above-mentioned, That certain it is he writ two Books of the same Nature, viz. The several Affairs, a Comedy, and The Chast Virgin, a Romance; but they were his Pocket-Companions, and but shewn to some private Friends. Happy certainly were those Men, who were not reckoned in the number of his Friends; since they were obliged to hear such an Author's ampullous Fustian, which like