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THE EPILOGVE TO THE UNIVERSITY.
Arsam.Thus cited to a second night, wee've here
Ventur'd our Errours to your weighing Eare.
Wee'd thought they'd have beene dead, as soone as borne;
For Dreames doe seldome live untill the morne.
There's difference 'twixt a Colledge and a Court;
The one expecteth Science, th'other sport.
Parts should be Dialogues there, but Poynts to you:
They looke for pleasing, you for sound, and true.
We feare then we have injur'd those, whose Age
Doth make the Schooles the measure of the Stage:
And justly thence for want of Logicke darts,
May dread those sturdy Yeomen of the Arts.
We are not trayn'd yet to the Trade, none's fit
To fine for Poet, or for Player yet.
We hope you'le like it then, although rough fil'd;
As the Nurse loves the lisping of the child.
The Slave (then truly Royall, if you shall
By your smiles too redeeme him from his fall)
Hopes you'le dismisse him so, that he may sweare,
One Court being gone, he found another here.
Though rays'd from Slave to King, he vowes he will
Resume his former Bonds, and be yours still.
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