DEAR friend, I cannot praise thee as I ought,
For all my words are swallowed up in thought;
Thy massy thoughts a just proportion keep,
Thy words flow easy, and thy sense runs deep:
To the great author mighty thanks is due,
Ages to come, when they this work do view,
Will celebrate his praise, and the Translator's too.
This work doth Caledonia's fame revive,
She doth by these immortal pages live.