 | Loves Cure or, The Martial Maid |  |
EPILOGUE.
Ovr Auhor feares there are some Rebell hearts,Whose dulnesse doth oppose loves peircing darts;
Such will be apt to say there wanted wit,
The language low, very few scænes are writ
With spirit and life; such odde things as these
He cares not for, nor ever meanes to please;
For if your selves a Mistresse or loves friends,
Are lik't with this smooth Play he hath his ends.
FINIS.
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