When the more eminent Concerns of Life, or the agreeable Diversion of the BOW, do not employ your leasure Time, the following Old Bards present you with an Intertainment that can never be disagreeable to any Scots Man, who despises the Fopery of admiring nothing but what is either new or foreign, and is a Lover of his Country. Such the Royal Company of Archers are, and such every good Man should strive to be.

The Spirit of Freedom that shines throw both the serious and comick Performances of our old Poets, appears of a Piece with that Love of Liberty that our antient Heroes contended for, and maintained Sword in Hand. From you then, My Lords and Gentlemen, who take Pleasure to represent our brave Ancestors, these Poets claim Regard and Patronage; they now make a Demand for that immortal Fame that tuned their Souls some Hundred Years ago, which is in your Power, by countenancing to bestow. They do not address you with an indigent Face, and a Thousand pityful Apologies, to bribe the good Will of the Criticks.