Lingva : Or The Combat of the Tongue, And the fiue Senses For Superiority A pleasant Comoedie |
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Prologue.
Ovr Muse describes no Louers passion,No wretched Father, no vnthriftie Sonne:
No crauing subtile Whore, or shamlesse Bawde,
Nor stubborne Clowne, or daring Parasite,
No lying Seruant, or bold Sycophant.
We are not wanton, or Satyricall.
These haue their time and places fit, but we
Sad houres, and serious studies, to repriue,
Haue taught seuere Phylosophy to smile.
The Senses rash contentions we compose,
And giue displeas'd ambitious Tongve her due:
Heres all Iudicious friends; accept what is not ill,
Who are not such, let them do what they will.
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