I am one of those outcasts on the world who are without a friend, without employment, and without bread.
"Pardon me a short preface.

I had a partial father who gave me a better education than his broken fortune would have allowed; and a better than was necessary, as he could give me that only.

I was designed for the profession of physic, but not having wherewithal to complete the requisite studies, the design but served to convince me of a parent's affection, and the error it had occasioned.

In April last I came to London with three pounds, and flattered myself this would be sufficient to supply me with the common necessaries of life till my abilities should procure me more; of these I had the highest opinion, and a poetical vanity contributed to my delusion.

I knew little of the world, and had read books only: I wrote, and fancied perfection in my compositions; when I wanted bread they promised me affluence, and soothed me with dreams of reputation, whilst my appearance subjected me to contempt.
"Time, reflection, and want have shown me my mistake.
I see my trifles in that which I think the true light; and whilst I deem them such, have yet the opinion that holds them superior to the common run of poetical publications.
"I had some knowledge of the late Mr.Nassau, the brother of Lord Rochford; in consequence of which I asked his Lordship's permission to inscribe my little work to him.