WHen I was prevail'd upon to make a Fourth Publication of these Poems with a great many Additions, it was told me, That with­out a Preface the Book would be unfashionable; Ʋniversal Custom had made it a Debt, and in this Age the Bill of Fare was as necessary as the En­tertainment. To be Civil therefore, and to Comply with Expectation, instead of an elaborate Harangue in Commen­dation of the Art in general, or what, and what Qualifications go to the ma­king up of a Poet in particular, and without such artificial Imbellishments as use to be the Ornament of Prefaces, as Sayings of Philosophers, Ends [Page] of Verses, Greek, Latin, Hunga­rian, French, Welch, or Italian, Be it known unto the Reader, That in my poor Opinion Poetry has a very near Resemblance to the modern Expe­riment of the Ambling-Saddle; It's a good Invention for smoothing the Trott of Prose; That's the Mecha­nical use of it. But Physically it gives present Ease to the Pains of the Mind, contracted by violent Surfeit of either good or bad Ʋsage in the World. To be serious, 'tis an Innocent Help to Sham a Man's time when it lies on his hands and his Fancy can relish nothing else. I speak but my own Experience; when any Accident hath either pleas'd or vex'd me beyond my power of expressing either my Satisfastion or Indignation in downright Prose, I found it seasonable [Page] for Rhiming; and I believe from what follows it may be discern'd when 'twas Fair Weather, when Changeable, and when the Quicksilver fell down to Storm and Tempest. As to the Measures observ'd by me, I always took a peculiar delight in the Pindarique strain, and that for two Reasons, First, it gave me a liberty now and then to cor­rect the saucy forwardness of a Rhime, and to lay it aside till I had a mind to admit it; And secondly, if my Sense fell at any time too short for my Stanza, (and it will often happen so in Versisy­ing) I had then opportunity to fill it up with a Metaphor little to the purpose, and (upon occasion) to run that Meta­phor stark mad into an Allegory, a practice very frequent and of admirable use amongst the Moderns, especially [Page] the Nobless of the Faculty. But in good earnest, as to the Subjects, which came in my way to write upon, I must declare that I have chosen only such as might be treated within the Rules of Decency, and without offence either to Religion or good Manners. The Caution I receiv'd (by Tradition) from the Incomparable Mr. Cowley, and him I must ever acknowledge but to imi­tate, if any of the ensuing Copies may deserve the name of Good or Indiffe­rent. I have not vanity enough to pre­scribe how a Muse ought to be Courted, and I want leisure to borrow from some Treatises I have seen, which look like so many Academies of Comple­ments for that purpose. I have known a man, who when he was about to write would screw his face into more disguises [Page] than Scaramuccio, or a Quaker at a Meeting when his Turn came to mount; his breast heav'd, his hair stood on end, his eyes star'd, and the whole man was disor­der'd; and truly when he had done, any body at first reading would conclude that at the time he made them he was pos­sess'd with an evil Spirit. Another that seem'd like Nostradamus (when the Whim took him in the head to Prophe­sie,) he sate upon his Divining Tri­pos, his elbow on his knee, his Lamp by his side, all the avenues of light stopp'd, full of expectation when the little faint flames should steal in through a cre­vice of the Shutters; This Gentleman indeed writ extreme Melancholy Madrigals. I have had the happiness to hear of a Third too, whose whole life was Poetical, he was a Walking [Page] Poem, and his way was this; finding that the fall of the Leaf was already up­on him, and prudently foreseeing that in the Winter of his old Age he might pos­sibly want Fodder, he carry'd always about him one of Raimund' Lully's Repo­sitories, a piece of Mathematical Paper, and in what Company soever he came, the Spoon was always ready for the Civet-Cat, nothing scap'd him that fell from a Wit: At night his custom was to digest all that he had pirated that Day, under proper Heads; This was his Arsenal, his inexhaustible Maga­zine; so that upon occasion he had no more to do, than to give a snap, or two to his Nails; a rub or two upon the sutures of his Head, to turn over his Hint-Book, and the Matter was at hand, his business (after that piece of [Page] Legerdemain) was only Tacking, and Tagging: I never saw but One of this Author's Compositions, and really It troubled me, because It put me in mind, how much time I had mispent in Coffee-Houses, for there was nothing in It, but what I could find a Father for There; Nay, (with a little recollecti­on,) a man might name most of the Birds from whence he had pluckt his Feathers. Some there are that Beseech, Others that Hector their Muses: Some that Diet their Pegasus, give him his Heats and Ayrings for the Course; Others that endeavour to stop up his broken wind with Medicinal Ale and Bisquet; But these for the most part are men of Industry; Rhiming is their proper Business, they are fain to labour hard, and use much Artifice for a [Page] poor Livelihood, I wish 'em good Tra­ding. I profess I never had design to be incorporated into the Society; my utmost End was merely for Diversion of my self and a few Friends whom I very well love: and if the question should be ask'd why these Productions are expos'd, I may truly say, I could not help it; One unlucky Copy, like a Bellweather, stole from me into the Common, and the rest of the Flock took their opportunity to leave the Enclosure. If I might be proud of any thing, it should be the first Copy of the Book, but therein I had the grea­test advantage given me that any No­ble Subject could afford. And so much for Preface and Poetry, till some very powerful Star shall over-rule my present Resolution.