But I defend not this innovation;
it is enough if I can excuse it. For (to speak sincerely) the
manners of nations and ages are not to be confounded; we should
either make them English or leave them Roman. If this can neither
be defended nor excused, let it be pardoned at least, because it is
acknowledged; and so much the more easily as being a fault which is
never committed without some pleasure to the reader.
Thus, my lord, having troubled you with a tedious visit, the best
manners will be shown in the least ceremony. I will slip away while
your back is turned, and while you are otherwise employed; with
great confusion for having entertained you so long with this
discourse, and for having no other recompense to make you than the
worthy labours of my fellow-undertakers in this work, and the
thankful acknowledgments, prayers, and perpetual good wishes of,
My Lord,
Your Lordship's
Most obliged, most humble, and
Most obedient servant,
JOHN DRYDEN.
A DISCOURSE ON EPIC POETRY.
ADDRESSED TO THE MOST HONOURABLE
JOHN, LORD MARQUIS OF NORMANBY,
EARL OF MULGRAVE, ETC.
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