that impudent Vanity in the Writer, who endeavours to make
himself and the World believe, that these _Memoirs_ were intended
chiefly against him, whose very name is hardly twice mentioned after
these two Pages in the whole Book, which does not pretend to give
Characters of Persons, but only to relate things that were done, or
words that were said; And the way to have made an answer with any
Justice, had been to have laid Exceptions either against the one, or the
other, whereof there is not one word in all this _Answer without any
Answer_. However, so ridiculous is this mans Insolence, that he begins
his Letter thus, _I have been informed of the Calumnies that Sir _W. T._
hath caused to be printed against me_. And p. 7. _He set upon me first,
he writes out of a Spirit of Revenge_, &c. The sensless Arrogance of
which I cannot think of; but it remembers me of the Fly on the
Chariot-wheel. For he would fain make it to have been a piece of Revenge
against him, for having brought that Dispatch to the _Hague_; and yet he
lays it much to heart, that in that Affair he should only take him for a
_Messenger_. And this indeed is to make him a very reasonable person,
and like a man, that when he receives a blow, grows angry with the Stone
by which it is given. But by all I can observe in these _Memoirs_, I do
not find any thing which bears the least resemblance of Anger or Spleen,
much less of Revenge against Mons. _de Cros_; but so far from it, that
in the very Passage he lays most to heart, of the Kings calling him
_Rogue_, the _Memoirs_ mention particularly, that His Majesty said it
_pleasantly_, which he himself cannot forbear observing in his Letter.

Having thus long been considering how far he is provok'd, and how well
he defends himself; 'tis time now to see how he attacks the Person whom
he fancies his capital Enemy, and how the Play begins. 'Tis then in
these words, _p. 1._ _I know very well that Sir _W. T._ is of great
worth, and deserves well, and that he hath been a long time imployed,
and that too upon important Occasions_. This is a piece indeed very much
of a piece with all the rest. Now, in the name of wonder, what can be
the meaning! I wot well enough, what he would be at in all the rest of
his Letter; but the Sense, the Wit, or the Design of these sweet Lines,
is not easy to devise. I confess, I see a good many Plays, and I believe
I have read more, but never met before, so fair a Prologue to so foul a
Farce. I ha