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ERRATA.

Some lay all Crimes upon Fate, the King of Terrors,
But that won't suffice to Excuse my Errors,
For, my Spirit's Ingenious, and I do Confess,
As I am a Gentleman, I can do no less,
If I have let slip a few Words too Notorious,
Use for them your Index Expurgatorius.
And when you find I have playd Unlawful Frisks,
Spare not to Stab them with your Obelisks.
But in all I have Done or Said,
Pray, Gentlemen, use me kindly, like a Maid.
Pardon my Faults, Fair Reader, then,
And Correct the Printers with your Pen.