To the immortall memory and deserued honor of the Writer of the Tragedy of Mustapha, (as it is
written, not printed) by Sr Fulk Gresill, Knight

Swell proudly Numbers on words windy seas
To raise this buskin poet to the skies;
And fix him there among the Pleyades,
To light the Muse in gloomy tragedies.
Vpon Times scowling brow he hath indorc'd
A tragedy that shall that brow out-weare;
Wherein the Muse beyond the minde is forc'd
(In rarest raptures) to Arts highest spheare:
No line but reaches to the firmament
Of highest sense, from surest ground of wit.
No word but is like Phebus luculent:
Then all yeeld luster well nere infinite:
So shine bright scaenes till on the starry stage
The gods re-act you in their equlpage.