 | The Passionate Lover, First Part |  |
Epilogue, to the King.
If what hath been presented to your senseYou do approve, thank your own influence;
Which moving in the story that you told,
Infus'd new heat into a brain grown cold.
Thus far our hopes: But now just fears begin,
For much that is left out, for more brought in;
But since all change was to the better meant,
Although we fail, yet pardon for th'intent.
Such sweet indulgence from good natures fall,
But the strict Critick will for censure call.
We would please both; and since we want the art,
Sir, stay the sentence till the second Part:
[Kneels]
Such favour oft your piety lets fall
Upon delinquents no less criminal.
Stay! even in policie your grant is fit;
Hope quickens, what despair makes dull, the wit:
Nay, could our Author some new arts display,
Yet this condemn'd, you'l slight the second Play.
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