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The Epilogue.
Our Poet bid us say for his owne part,He cannot lay too much forth of his Art:
But feares our over-acting passions may,
As not adorne, deface his labour'd Play:
Yet still he is resolute for what is writ
Of Nicer valour, and assumes the wit:
But for the Love-Scænes which he ever meant,
Cupid in's Petticoat should represent,
Hee'll stand no shock of censure; the Plaie's good,
He sayes he knowes it, (if well understood.)
But we (blinde god) begge, if thou art divine,
Thou'lt shoot thy Arrowes round, this Play was thine.
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