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A Prologue to the Poor mans Comfort.
Enter reading the Title, May 28. 1661.
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Poor man's comfort, this Title some will say
Is fitter for a Pray'r-book then a Play;
And some may censure who are Democraticks,
The times will change, Players are turn'd Phanaticks;
And the Red Bull where sports were wont to be,
Is now a Meeting-house, would 'twere for me
A good full Meeting-house, we should not be
Contrivers of a new Fifth-Monarchy,
And charge up for King Judas: no, the very
Plain truth is this, we meet but to be merry;
Then do you judge what pitty 'tis that we
Should every day want merry company?
Surely the fault is ours, or yours, or both,
Let us consider where it lyes: in troth
You will appear most guilty I'm afraid,
'Tis a full house that makes a Play well play'd:
A numerous presence doth at once inspire
Actor and Auditor with mutual fire:
Therefore pray meet, come as you do to tother,
If not for us, yet to meet one another.
Is fitter for a Pray'r-book then a Play;
And some may censure who are Democraticks,
The times will change, Players are turn'd Phanaticks;
And the Red Bull where sports were wont to be,
Is now a Meeting-house, would 'twere for me
A good full Meeting-house, we should not be
Contrivers of a new Fifth-Monarchy,
And charge up for King Judas: no, the very
Plain truth is this, we meet but to be merry;
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Should every day want merry company?
Surely the fault is ours, or yours, or both,
Let us consider where it lyes: in troth
You will appear most guilty I'm afraid,
'Tis a full house that makes a Play well play'd:
A numerous presence doth at once inspire
Actor and Auditor with mutual fire:
Therefore pray meet, come as you do to tother,
If not for us, yet to meet one another.
But let me see? what was I going to say?
O! 'tis about the Title of the Play.
O! 'tis about the Title of the Play.
The great man's Comfort is above my thought,
The Merchant's Comfort is a Ship full fraught,
The Plow man's Comfort is a Field well till'd,
Our Poor man's Comfort is a House well fill'd.
The Merchant's Comfort is a Ship full fraught,
The Plow man's Comfort is a Field well till'd,
Our Poor man's Comfort is a House well fill'd.
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