A CURRYCOMB FOR A COXCOMB: OR, The Trip to Holland Detected.  By the Author of the Trip to Jamaica. 
AS a true bred Mastiff walks with Patience thro' a Country Town, each whifling Cur, in Emulation of his Greatness, runs Yelping at his heels, till at last provoked by the insolence of some forward Mongrel, who being Ignorant of his Strength, and thoughtless of his Courage, attempts to by't him by the Breech, which occasions the disdainful Animal to turn back his Head and Grin; and when with Contempt he has viewed his feeble Adversary, he holds up his Leg and Scornfully Pisses upon his Trembling Assailant.  
With as little Concern have I endured the Petulant Snarls, and envious Reproaches of some Diminutive Scribblers till now, without so much as showing them my Teeth.  
But a Scurrilous Preface, by an Unmannerly Saucebox, to a naked piece of Plagiarism, published under the Title of A Trip to Holland, I confess hath moved me, not only to do my Self, but the World this Justice.  
As for the matter contained in his Illbred Pamphlet, (so very Scandalous by its unseasonable Application) it is Stolen from Mr. Feltham Word for word; and is called by him, Three Weeks Observation upon the Low Countries; and may be found, annexed to his Resolves, in any Booksellers-shop in Town.  
Therefore the PUPPY his Chap (as his well-bred Author calls him in his unsavoury Preface, which is of a far more Beastly Composition than his Dutchman) might have had so much respect for his Prince's Country, or that honesty towards the Public, and have used that manners to a Gentleman, as not to have showed himself, by his publication of a paultery piece of Bombast, so very Impudent in the face of Authority, so Knavish to the World, and Rude to a Stranger.  
I am sorry a Man who deals in Books should discover his Wit to be so little, or his Necessity so great, as to force him to the use of such unpracticable Measures, which every Prudent Author ought to Condemn, and every Honest Bookseller Detest.  
Tho' the little shallow-brained Lampooneer (who could never before now extend his Mushroon Fancy above Balladian height) hath foolishly suffered himself, in a Dtunken Freak, to be carried beyond his Talent; and venture, like an unskilful Swimmer, to wade out of his depth at his own peril: Yet, I thought, the Bookseller might have had more wit, than to Record himself such a PUPPY in Print; and lend himself to his Author, to use him as the worst piece of Rubbish of which he has composed his Dunghill of Reflections. I must confess, till now, I could not think there was such a Coxcomb of the Trade.  
The Author, in his filthy Quagmire of Nonsense, supposes the West-India Poet to be a Transport Felon: But I am sure the Dutch Observator, in his pretended Trip to Holland, (patched up of as many bits and snips, and appears of as many Colours as a Fool's Jacket) hath openly committed such a shameful piece of Theft, that he deserves Transportation into an Island of Fools, where he should have no opportunity of playing the Ape with any above the Curse of his own Capacity.  
I would advise him for the future, to confine his Scurrilous and Obscene Dialect within its proper bounds; and never presume to attempt any thing beyond a Bloody Murder, Bawdy Ballad, or a Last Dying Speech and Confession. And I must needs take the liberty of giving him this Caution, Unless he wipes the Birdlime off his Fingers, that they may no more stick to a Silver Tankard, or draw Books after them into Ducklane, to the disgrace of his Family, and scandal of the Purchasers, he may chance to fall into the hands of as scurvy a Poetaster as himself; and become the lamentable Subject of a doleful Ditty.  
I hear, within two or three days, there will an Answer be Published, as a check to his upstart Insolence. Who it is that thinks it worth their Labour I know not: I declare to the World it's none of mine, for I shall give myself no other trouble than this, without a further Provocation: But assure the Bookseller I'll not forget his kindness; and as for the Author, if this gentle Correction mend not his manners, the next shall be a Cudgel.   

On Wednesday next will be Published the Second Part of the London Spy.   

LONDON, Printed in the Year, 1698.