Epistle XI. To Tranquillus
by
Mr. Henley.
[_]
On some Works of His, that he engag'd to be Publish'd.
BE prevail'd upon at last to discharge a Promise I made, in some of my
Phaleucic Verses, which engag'd several of your Pieces to our common Friends:
There is a daily Call and Enquiry for them; so far, that now there is Danger of a formal Summons to them.
I own, I am my self tardy in a Publication, but you have out-done my Loitering and Slowness,
by a longer Delay. Therefore, either dispatch the Work, or take Care that my Satyrs do not extort from you,
what my better-natur'd Poetry could not invite. Your Work is perfected;
and the File at present would not polish, but weaken it. Give me the Pleasure of seeing your Name at the Head of a Book;
permit me to hear, to have it copy'd; suffer me to read, to purchase the Volumes of my Friends
Suetonius. It is but reasonable, in so mutual a Friendship, that I should receive the same Delight from you,
as I have imparted to you.
Farewell.