THE
Publiſher to the Reader.
t is the Obſervation of ſuch as skill Dreams, That to travel in our ſleep a long way, and all alone, is a ſign of Death. This it ſeems the Poet knew: for when the Queen of Carthage was to dye for Love, he fits her with this Melancholy Viſion:
——Longam Incomitata videtur
Ire Viam.——
Now the uſe I make of it, is this: I would be ſo wiſe, as to prognoſticate. I do therefore promiſe my preſent Work not only Life, but Acceptance: for in this my Dream (and I know you will call it ſo) I travel not without Company. There were
ſome
