What mean'st thou man? think'st thou thy learned page,
And worthy pains will relish with this age?
Think'st that this Treasury of Saxon words
Will be deem'd such amidd'st unletter'd swords?
Boots it to know how our forefathers spoke
Ere Danish, Norman or this present yoke
Did gall our patient necks? or matters it
What Hengist utter'd or how Horsa writ?
Last, think'st that we, who have destroy'd what e're
Our Grandsires did, will with all their language bear?
That we (who have all famous Monuments
Raz'd, and defeated this all good intents
Of former Piety:) will honour give
To antique characters? Shall Paper live,
And Inke, when Brasse and Marble can't withstand
this iron ages violateing hand?
Or that this title Dictionarium
Saxonico-Latino-Anglicum,
Will tell thy book? think'st that the Readers itch
Of knowing much, the Author will inrich?
Thy Barb'rous Saxon, with the heathen Greek
And profane Latine, buyers may go seek:
Together with Hebrew, and the rest,
Which are the language of that Romish beast.
Our Mother-tongue well nos'd, with a wry face,
And eyes inverted now hath chiefest grace.

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