Mirza | ||
To the best accomplish'd Author.
Thankes noble Friend, thou hast given us a PlayThis Age deserves not pray Heaven the next may,
A Play said I, I erre to call it so,
'Tis a laborious work, a great one too,
A work to which scarce even the ablest brain
So well, but in a wish could ere attain;
So passing well it is as I no higher
Can ever hope to reach at then t'admire,
To praise I need not strive, since Praisers thou
Enough hast, though none it can praise enough.
JO. CARY, M. A.
Mirza | ||