The Right Hon. EDWARD Lord THURLOW, Qui didicit Patriæ quid debeat, & quid Amicis If you prick us do we not bleed? if you tickle us do we not laugh? SHYLOCK. DUB PRINTED BY R. MARCH BANK, FOR THE COMPANY OF BOOKSELLERS. MDCCLXXIX. DEDICATION. TO THE Right Hon. LORD THURLOW, LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR, &c. &c. &c. My LORD, or may it please your Lordship, I NEED not acquaint your Lord ship, that a Publication without a Dedication is as great a Phænomenon as a Minister without Power, a Peer without Principle, a Bifhop without Learning, or a Maid of Honor without Chastity; and that it ftands as little chance of a favourable reception, as a Candidate for a Place, who carries with him no other recommendation than Integrity and Capability. Every one who reforts to the prefs, whether in the character of Author, Editor, or Compiler, decorates his Frontispiece with some illuftrious illuftrious name or other, and catches at that opportunity of offering in cenfe to the God of his idolatry. One does it from motives of avarice, to fqueeze from the vain and credulous a few of his fuperfluous GuineasA fecond from motives of fecurity, fhrewdly concluding that the refpect fpontaneously and implicitly given to great perfonages, will protect his Works from the Teeth of Envy, Malignity, and Criticism.-A third, from Vanity, to prove that he cannot be nobody, fince he has the honor of knowing fomebody.Ą fourth, from the most laudable motives to hold up for imitation to the Belle Monde a fample of conjugal Fidelity, and to let their Ladyfhips fee, that a woman may rife above the reft of her fex, without ruining her hufband, and gain admiration without lofing her reputation. And a fifth (to go no further) from Gratitude, to do homage to his patron, and |