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Epilogue.
Gallants
, by all good signs it does appear,
That Sixty Seven's a very damning year,
For Knaves abroad, and for ill Poets here.
That Sixty Seven's a very damning year,
For Knaves abroad, and for ill Poets here.
Among the Muses there's a gen'ral rot,
The Rhyming Mounsieur and the Spanish Plot:
Defic or Court, all's one, they go to Pot.
The Rhyming Mounsieur and the Spanish Plot:
Defic or Court, all's one, they go to Pot.
The Ghosts of Poets walk within this place,
And haunt us Actors wheresoe're we pass,
In Visions bloodier than King Richard's was.
And haunt us Actors wheresoe're we pass,
In Visions bloodier than King Richard's was.
For this poor wretch he has not much to say,
But quietly brings in his part o'th' Play,
And begs the favour to be damn'd to day.
But quietly brings in his part o'th' Play,
And begs the favour to be damn'd to day.
He sends me only like a Sh'riffs man here
To let you know the Malefactor's neer;
And that he means to dye, en Cavalier.
To let you know the Malefactor's neer;
And that he means to dye, en Cavalier.
For if you shou'd be gracious to his Pen,
Th' Example will prove ill to other men,
And you'll be troubled with 'em all agen.
Th' Example will prove ill to other men,
And you'll be troubled with 'em all agen.
FINIS.
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