that after these Iliads, I will (God lending me life and any meanest
means) with more labour than I have lost here, and all unchecked
alacrity, dive through his Odysseys. Nor can I forget here (but with
all hearty gratitude remember) my most ancient, learned, and right
noble friend, M. Richard Stapilton, first most desertful mover in the
frame of our Homer. For which (and much other most ingenious and
utterly undeserved desert) God make me amply his requiter; and be his
honourable family’s speedy and full restorer. In the mean space, I
entreat my impartial and judicial Reader, that all things to the quick
he will not pare, but humanely and nobly pardon defects, and, if he
find anything perfect, receive it unenvied.