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PROLOGVE.
Language
and matter, with a fit of mirth,
That sharply savours more of aire than earth,
Like Midwives, bring a Play to timely birth.
That sharply savours more of aire than earth,
Like Midwives, bring a Play to timely birth.
But wheres now such a one? in which these three,
Are hansonely contriv'd? or if they bee,
Are understood by all who heare to see.
Are hansonely contriv'd? or if they bee,
Are understood by all who heare to see.
Wit, wit's the word in fashion, that alone
Cryes up the Poet, which though neatly showne,
Is rather censur'd often-times than knowne.
Cryes up the Poet, which though neatly showne,
Is rather censur'd often-times than knowne.
He who will venture on a jest, that can
Raile on anothers paine, or idlely scan
Affaires of state, oh hee's the onely man.
Raile on anothers paine, or idlely scan
Affaires of state, oh hee's the onely man.
A goodly approbation, which must bring
Fame with contempt, by such a deadly sting,
The Muses chatter, who were wont to sing.
Fame with contempt, by such a deadly sting,
The Muses chatter, who were wont to sing.
Your favours in what we present to day,
Our fearlesse Author boldly bids me say,
He tenders you no Satyr, but a play.
Our fearlesse Author boldly bids me say,
He tenders you no Satyr, but a play.
In which, if so he have not hit all right,
For wit, words, mirth, and matter as he might,
A' wishes yet a' had for your delight.
For wit, words, mirth, and matter as he might,
A' wishes yet a' had for your delight.
Mr. Bird.
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