 | Four Playes or Morall Representations in One |  |
EPILOGUE.
Now as the Husbandman, whose Costs and Pain,Whose Hopes and Helps lie buried in his Grain,
Waiting a happie Spring, to ripen full
His long'd-for Harvest to the Reapers pull;
Stand we expecting, having sown our Ground
with so much charge (the fruitfulnesse not found)
the Harvest of our Labours: For we know
You are our Spring; and when you smile, we grow.
Nor Charge nor Pain shall binde us from your Pleasures,
So you but lend your hands to fill our Measures.
FINIS.
| Four Playes or Morall Representations in One | |