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Epilogve.
The office of an Epilogue, is nowTo smooth &, stroke the wrinckles frō each brow;
To guide severer judgements (if wee could
Be wise enough) untill they thought all good,
Which they perhaps dislike; And sure, this were
An over-boldnesse, rais'd from too much Feare.
You have a Freedome, which wee hope you'l use,
T'advance our youthfull Poet, and his Muse
With a kind Doome; And hee'l tread boldly then
In's best new Comick Socks, this Stage agen.
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