Chapter XIII

Let us then love upon the honest Square,
Since Interest neither have design’d,
For the sly Gamester, who ne’er plays me fair,
Must Trick for Trick expect to find.

_To the Honourable_ Edward Howard, _on his Comedy called The New_ Utopia.

I.

Beyond the Merit of the Age,
You have adorn’d the Stage;
So from rude Farce, to Comick Order brought,
Each Action, and each Thought;
To so Sublime a Method, as yet none
(But Mighty _Ben_ alone)
Cou’d e’er arive, and he at distance too;
Were he alive he must resign to you:
You have out-done what e’er he writ,
In this last great Example of your Wit.
Your _Solymour_ does his _Morose_ destroy,
And your _Black Page_ undoes his _Barbers Boy_;
All his Collegiate Ladies must retire,
While we thy braver _Heroins_ do admire.
This new _Utopia_ rais’d by thee,
Shall stand a Structure to be wondered at,
And men shall cry, this--this--is he
Who that Poetick City did create:
Of which _Moor_ only did the Model draw,
You did Compleat that little World, and gave it Law.