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Prologue.
Gentle spectators, that with gracefull eyeCome to behold the Muses Colonie,
New planted in this soyle; forsooke of late
By the Inhabitants, since made fortunate
By more propitious starres; though on each hand
To over-top us, two great Lawrels stand;
The one, when she shall please to spread her traine,
The vastnesse of the Globe cannot containe;
Th'other so high, the Phœnix does aspire
To build in, and takes new life from the fire
Bright Poesie creates; yet we partake
The Influence they boast of, which does make
Our Bayes to flourish, and the leaves to spring,
That on our branches now new Poets sing;
And when with ioy hee shall see this resort,
Phœbus shall not disdaine to stile't his Court.
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