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Epilogus.
Thus two houres haue brought to end,What many tedious houres haue pend,
A dares not glory nor distrust,
But he (as other writers must)
Submits the censures of his paines
To those whose wit and nimble braines,
Are able best to iudge: and as for some,
Who fild with malice, hether come
To belch their poyson on his labour,
Of them he doth intreate no fauour,
But bids them hang, or soone amend,
For worth shall still it selfe defend,
And for our selues wee doe desire,
Youle breath on vs that growing fire,
By which in time wee may attaine,
Like fauours which some others gaine:
For bee assur'd our loues shall tend,
To equall theirs, if not transcend.
FINIS.
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