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The Epilogue.
VVhere Noble Iudgements, and cleare eyes are fix'dTo grace Endeuour, there sits Truth not mix'd
With Ignorance: those censures may command
Beleefe, which talke not, till they vnderstand.
Let some say This was flar; Some here the Sceane
Fell from its height; Another that the Meane
Wwill obseru'd, in such a growing passion
As it transcended either state or fashion:
Some few may cry 'twas pretty, well or so,
But,—and there shrugge in silence: yet we know
Our writers ayme, was in the whole addrest
Well to deserue of All; but please the Best.
Which granted by th'allowance of this straine,
The Broken Heart may be piec't vp againe.
FINIS.
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