![]() | Ibrahim, the Thirteenth Emperour of the Turks | ![]() |
EPILOGUE.
The Play is past, the danger is to come,Criticks, in pity give a gentle doom.
To Conquer those who can their Cause maintain
Is Glorious; here the labour wou'd be vain:
By the great Rules of Honour all Men know
They must not Arm on a Defenceless Foe.
The Author on her weakness, not her strength relies,
And from your Justice to your Mercy flies.
FINIS.
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