To Master Tommy Boreman, Near the Two Giants in Guildhall, LONDON

I send this greeting, Master Tommy, Tho', I believe, you may not know me; To shew how greatly I am smitten With what so lately you have written. Whether your age, your parts and stature Agree with mine, it is no matter; Or whether, like old Dad of Jason, Yo've drank Medea's magick bason; And after sixty years compleated, Begin to find your youth repeated; As once, I now remember well, I've heard papa from Ovid tell. Howe'er it be, the Books you write Give me much pastime and delight. My sister Betsy, (set her down, And one of your Subscribers own) Has some degree of wit and spirit. And loves, she says, t' encourage merit, Bobby and Jemmy, tho' as yet They have not learn'd to read a bit, Take much delight to hear your wit; Add them to your Subscribers number If 't won't too much your page incumber. For my part, I ne'er yet did see What you describe so prettily; And long to have it in my power To see the Giants and the Tower. I' th' mean time what you publish more Mark me six books, I'll pay the score: And whate'er profit I can make ye Believe me heartily