SIR,

Heroic poesy has always been sacred to princes, and to heroes.  Thus Virgil inscribed his AEneids to Augustus Caesar; and of latter ages, Tasso and Ariosto dedicated their poems to the house of Este.  It is indeed but justice, that the most excellent and most profitable kind of writing should be addressed by poets to such persons, whose characters have, for the most part, been the guides and patterns of their imitation; and poets, while they imitate, instruct.  The feigned hero inflames the true; and the dead virtue animates the living.  Since, therefore, the world is governed by precept and example, and both these can only have influence from those persons who are above us; that kind of poesy, which excites to virtue the greatest men, is of the greatest use to human kind.

It is from this consideration, that I have presumed to dedicate to your royal highness these faint representations of your own worth and valour in heroick poetry:  Or, to speak more properly, not to dedicate, but to restore to you those ideas, which in the more perfect part of my characters I have taken from you.  Heroes may lawfully be delighted with their own praises, both as they are farther incitements to their virtue, and as they are the highest returns which mankind can make them for it.

And certainly, if ever nation were obliged, either by the conduct, the personal[2] valour, or the good fortune of a leader, the English are acknowledging, in all of them, to your royal highness.  Your whole life has been a continued series of heroick actions; which you began so early, that you were no sooner named in the world, but it was with praise and admiration.  Even the first blossoms of your youth paid us all that could be expected from a ripening manhood.  While you practised but the rudiments of war, you out-went all other captains; and have since found none to surpass, but yourself alone.  The opening of your glory was like that of light:  You shone to us from afar; and disclosed your first beams on distant nations:  Yet so, that the lustre of them was spread abroad, and reflected brightly on your native country.  You were then an honour to it, when it was a reproach to itself.  When the fortunate usurper sent his arms to Flanders, many of the adverse party were vanquished by your fame, ere they tried your valour.[3] The report of it drew over to your ensigns whole troops and companies of converted rebels, and made them forsake successful wickedness, to follow an oppressed and exiled virtue.  Your reputation waged war with the enemies of your royal family, even within their trenches; and the more obstinate, or more guilty of them, were forced to be spies over those whom they commanded, lest the name of York should disband that army, in whose fate it was to defeat the Spaniards, and force Dunkirk to surrender.  Yet, those victorious forces of the rebels were not able to sustain your arms.  Where you charged in person