To the AUTHOR Of the CURIOSITIES In the Tower of London

Too rigid precepts often fail, Where short amusing tales prevail. That author, doubtless, aims aright, Who joins instruction with delight. Tom Thumb shall now be thrown away, And Jack, who did the Giants slay; Such ill concerted, artless lyes, Our British Youth shall now despise: In thy Gigantick works they'll find Someting to please, and form the mind.

Thy happy talent, Friend, pursue; In thy own way search London thro': Conduct thy Lilliputians round, Where any curious things are found. What treasures in the Tow'r are laid, Are here — as in a glass, display'd. To Gresham College next repair, And shew the works of Nature there. Or, on the Abbey cast thy eye, Where British Bards and Heroes lie Obscur'd in everlasting night, Who, living, were the world's delight. Thence may thy LITTLE READERS learn, That grandeur's vain, of no concern; Since Death, with his impartial sting, Wounds both the beggar and the king.

Go on — May all thy Volumes please! Be fill'd with lectures such as these! Meet with reception from all hands, And live as long as Guildhall stands!