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To his deseruing friend Mr
Ja. Shirley vpon his Gratefull seruant.
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To his deseruing friend Mr Ja. Shirley vpon his Gratefull seruant.
I do not praise thy straines, in hope to seeMy verses read before thy Comedy
But for it selfe, that cunning I remit
To the new tribe, and mountibankes of wit
That martire ingenuity, I must
Be to my conscience and thy poem iust,
Which grac'd with comely action, did appeare
The full delight of euery eye and eare,
And had that stage no other play, it might
Haue made the critticke blush at cockpit flight
Who not discouering what pitch it flies
His wit came downe in pitty to his eyes
And lent him a discourse of cocke and bull
To make his other comendations full,
But let such Momi passe and giue applause
Among the brood of actors, in whose cause
As champion he hath sweat let their stale pride
Find some excuse in being magnified,
Thy muse will liue and no adulterate pen
shall wound her through the sides of common men
Let 'em vnkennell malice, yet thy praise
Shall mount secure, hell cannot blast thy bayes.
Tho. Craford.
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