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DIALOGUES
ALEXANDER.
I have been unlucky in Poets. No Prince ever was fon-
der of the Mules than I, or has received horn them a more
ungrateful Return ! When I was alive, I declared that I envied
Achilles, becaule he had a Homer to celebrate his Exploits;
and I moil bountifully rewarded Chcerilus, a Pretender to
Poetry, for writing Veyses on mine: but my Liberality, in-
Read of doing me Honour, has iince drawn upon me the
Ridicule os Horace, a witty Roman Poet, and Lucan, another
VerRRer of the lame nation, has loaded my Memory with
6he hariheß Invectives.
CHARLES.
I know nothing of thete; but I know that in my time,
a pert French SatiriR, one Boiseau, made so free with your
character, that I tore his book for having abulcd my fa-
vourite Hero. And now this laucy Engliibman has libelled
us both. -— But I have a Propoial to make to you for the
Reparation of our Honour. If you will join with me, we
will turn all these inlolent Scribiers out ofElyRum, and throw
them down headlong to the bottom os Tartarus, in lpite os
Pluto and all his Guards.
ALEXANDER.
This is juR Rich a Scheme as that you formed at Bender,
to maintain yourlelf there, with the aid of three hundred Swe-
des, againR the whole Force of the Ottoman Empire. And
I muR lay, that Inch Follies gave the Englilh Poet too much
cause to call you a Madman.
CHARLES.
IfmyHeroilm wasMadnels, your's^ Iprelume, was not
WiRlom.
ALEXANDER.
There was a vaR difference between your Conduct and
mine. Let Poets or Declaimers lay what they will, HiRory
shews, that I was not only the braveR Soldier, but one of
the ableR Commanders the World has ever ieen. Whereas
you, by imprudently leading your Army into vaR and bar-
ren Delerts, at the approach of the Winter, exposed it to perish
in it's march for want of SubliRence, loR your Artillery, loR
; S great number of your Soldiers, and were forced to fight with
the Mulcovites under Rich diladvantages, as made it almeit
impoBible for you to conquer.
C H A A-
DIALOGUES
ALEXANDER.
I have been unlucky in Poets. No Prince ever was fon-
der of the Mules than I, or has received horn them a more
ungrateful Return ! When I was alive, I declared that I envied
Achilles, becaule he had a Homer to celebrate his Exploits;
and I moil bountifully rewarded Chcerilus, a Pretender to
Poetry, for writing Veyses on mine: but my Liberality, in-
Read of doing me Honour, has iince drawn upon me the
Ridicule os Horace, a witty Roman Poet, and Lucan, another
VerRRer of the lame nation, has loaded my Memory with
6he hariheß Invectives.
CHARLES.
I know nothing of thete; but I know that in my time,
a pert French SatiriR, one Boiseau, made so free with your
character, that I tore his book for having abulcd my fa-
vourite Hero. And now this laucy Engliibman has libelled
us both. -— But I have a Propoial to make to you for the
Reparation of our Honour. If you will join with me, we
will turn all these inlolent Scribiers out ofElyRum, and throw
them down headlong to the bottom os Tartarus, in lpite os
Pluto and all his Guards.
ALEXANDER.
This is juR Rich a Scheme as that you formed at Bender,
to maintain yourlelf there, with the aid of three hundred Swe-
des, againR the whole Force of the Ottoman Empire. And
I muR lay, that Inch Follies gave the Englilh Poet too much
cause to call you a Madman.
CHARLES.
IfmyHeroilm wasMadnels, your's^ Iprelume, was not
WiRlom.
ALEXANDER.
There was a vaR difference between your Conduct and
mine. Let Poets or Declaimers lay what they will, HiRory
shews, that I was not only the braveR Soldier, but one of
the ableR Commanders the World has ever ieen. Whereas
you, by imprudently leading your Army into vaR and bar-
ren Delerts, at the approach of the Winter, exposed it to perish
in it's march for want of SubliRence, loR your Artillery, loR
; S great number of your Soldiers, and were forced to fight with
the Mulcovites under Rich diladvantages, as made it almeit
impoBible for you to conquer.
C H A A-