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A Prologue, to him, who shall behold, or hear, this Flash.
A Flash, I term this; and 'tis like enoughThat, many men, will call it so, in Scoff;
But, I have got before them; and have, too,
Some Reason, wherefore I have call'd it so:
For, to, mine ears, when first that news was brought,
A thousand thoughts, Flusht in, and this Flasht out;
Which, I have, now, thus Paper'd up, for thee,
To bring to minde what is, and what may be.
Although it speaks in Rimes, it Rimes with Reason;
And comes in Hast, that it may come in Season.
If thou regard it, so. If not: my Cost,
Is Paper, Inck, and part of three dayes lost.
Thine may be more; For, much affraid I am,
That, thou, who saw'st this Flash, wilt see a Flame,
(Unless an intervening Providence
Prevents, what likely seems, to give Offence)
Which, here will burn, as well as give a light,
Till it hath purg'd us, or, consum'd us, quite.
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