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 much Pains and Trouble you wou'd have but an imperfect Idea of all thoe Works. Poetry is a kind of Muic, in which a Man hould have ome Knowledge before he pretends to judge of it. When I give you a Tranlation of ome Paages from thoe foreign Poets, I only prick down, and that imperfectly, their Muic; but then I cannot expres the Tate of their Harmony. is one Englih Poem epecially which I hould depair of ever making you undertand, the Title whereof is Hudibras. The Subject of it is the Civil War in the Time of the Grand Rebellion; and the Principles and Practice of the Puritans are therein ridicul'd. 'Tis Don Quixot, 'tis our