and illustrious persons now resident in this lower world attend you in all your enterprizes. As nothing can be a greater pleasure to virtuous men, than to see villains rewarded according to their deserts; so true heroes never rejoice more than when they see a sham-conqueror, and vain glorious bully, such as _Lewis_ XIV. plunder’d of all his unjust acquisitions, and reduced to his primitive state of nothing. Were there a free communication between our territories and yours, _Cyrus_, _Miltiades_, _Cæsar_, and a thousand other generals, would be proud to offer you their service the next campaign; but ’tis your happiness that you want not their assistance; your own personal bravery, join’d to that of your troops, and the justice of your cause, being sufficient to carry you thro’ all your undertakings. _Farewel._ PINDAR _of_ Thebes _to_ TOM. DURFEY. _By Mr._ BROWN. However it happen’d so, I can’t tell, but I could never get a sight of thy famous _Pindaric_ upon the late queen _Mary_, ’till about a month ago. Most of the company would needs have me declare open war against thee that very minute, for prophaning my name with such execrable doggrel. _Stensichorus_ rail’d at thee worse than the man of the _Horseshoe-Tavern_ in _Drury-lane_; _Alcæus_, I believe, will hardly be his own man again this fortnight, so much concerned he is to find thee crowding thy self upon the _Lyric_ poets; nay, _Sappho_ the patient, laid about her like a fury, and call’d thee a thousand pimping stuttering ballad-fingers. As for me, far from taking any thing amiss at my hands, I am mightily pleased with the honour thou hast done me, and besides, must own thou hast been the cheapest, kindest physician to me I ever met with; for whenever my circumstances sit uneasy upon me, (and for thy comfort _Tom_, we poets have our plagues in this world, as well as we had in your’s) when my landlord persecutes me for rent, my sempstress for my linnen, my taylor for cloaths, or my vintner for a long pagan score behind the bar, I immediately read but half a dozen lines of thy admirable ode, and sleep as heartily as the monks in _Rabelais_, after singing a verse or two of the seven penitential psalms. All I am afraid of, is, that when the virtues of it are known, some body or other will be perpetually borrowing it of me, either to help him to a nap, or cure him of the spleen, for I find ’tis an excellent specifick for both; therefore I must desire thee to order trusty _Sam._ to send me as many of them as have escap’d the Pastry-cook, and I will remit him his money by the next opportunity. If _Augustus Cæsar_ thought a _Roman_ gentleman’s pillow worth the buying, who slept soundly every night amidst all his debts, can a man blame me for bestowing a few transitory pence upon thy poem, which is the best opiate in the universe? In short, friend _Tom_, I love and admire thee for the freedom thou hast taken with me; and this I will say in