 | The Amorous Fantasme |  |
EPILOGUE to the Court.
Let me Star gaze a while, and calculateThose Heavens, to know our fortune, or our fate
Before I dare to speak; I cannot see
One cloud appeare that should discourage me;
Tis a good omen: Faire Queen of this night,
Not Cynthia, but a Goddesse far more bright,
To you I kneel. From him, whose glory is
To offer you a pleasing Sacrifice,
I meane th'ambitious Poet I am come,
Humbly to begg a favourable doome
Vpon his Fantasme, who although he be
At the full point of his felicity
A perfect body now, yet if you frowne
Vpon his action, and so cry him downe,
No more a feigned Fantasme to be made,
No dyes indead, and flyes into a shade.
FINIS.
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