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Epilogue.
Since all our labours are as you can like,We all submit to you; nor dare presume,
To thinke ther's any reall worth in them:
Sometimes feastes please the Cookes, and not the guestes,
Sometimes the guestes, and curious Cookes contemne them,
Our dishes we intirely dedicate
To our kinde guestes, but since yee differ so,
Some to like onely mirth without taxations,
Some to count such workes trifles, and such like,
We can but bring you meate, and set you stooles,
And to our best cheere say, you all are welcome.
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