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The Prolouge.
Heare is a full Cylinder of wise eares,
whose Judgement may produce & brand our feares.
They come to feed their vitall parts, & sitt
in scenique chairs, 'on our confictive witt.
But censure what they please: 'tis well, if wee
the children styl'd, can seale the faculty
of your dear orphans: whom we heare present
Drest upp according to their friends intent;
And bred up nice, & queintly, & soe quick,
that some are choakt, with thigh bones of a chick:
And look soe pale, soe slender, & soe meager
as a leane mungrell, or their usher eager.
Pray let them trace heere, scoole, and goe to trap;
let some come home sick, & loll in grannam's lap.
whose Judgement may produce & brand our feares.
They come to feed their vitall parts, & sitt
in scenique chairs, 'on our confictive witt.
But censure what they please: 'tis well, if wee
the children styl'd, can seale the faculty
of your dear orphans: whom we heare present
Drest upp according to their friends intent;
And bred up nice, & queintly, & soe quick,
that some are choakt, with thigh bones of a chick:
And look soe pale, soe slender, & soe meager
as a leane mungrell, or their usher eager.
Pray let them trace heere, scoole, and goe to trap;
let some come home sick, & loll in grannam's lap.
let some be whip't & sterved to death; whilst clownes
doe reepe their trulls, & pay nought for the downes.
let some be cow'd; cleare drein'd into despaire:
whilst harlots in their houses, curle their haire.
let other's keepe a hawke, a dog, a parret:
let others snap at browne crusts, & a Carret.
let some admire their paedagoge; & learne
for to advance the tincture of his bearne,
and how he perses homer: 'till at last,
his portion drawne, he be in loves Pound Cast.
yet let him thinke it well; & mend no letter:
All's good to him, which nere knew ought that's better.
doe reepe their trulls, & pay nought for the downes.
let some be cow'd; cleare drein'd into despaire:
whilst harlots in their houses, curle their haire.
let other's keepe a hawke, a dog, a parret:
let others snap at browne crusts, & a Carret.
let some admire their paedagoge; & learne
for to advance the tincture of his bearne,
and how he perses homer: 'till at last,
his portion drawne, he be in loves Pound Cast.
yet let him thinke it well; & mend no letter:
All's good to him, which nere knew ought that's better.
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