The Rebellion A Tragedy |
To his Friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins, on his Play called the Rebellion. |
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To his Friend Mr. Thomas Rawlins, on his Play called the Rebellion.
I will not praise thee Friend, nor is it fit,Least I be said to flatter what y'have writ.
For some will say, I writ to applaud thee,
That when I print thou maist doe so for me.
Faith they're deceiv'd, thou justly claim'st thy Bayes.
Vertue rewards her selfe; thy work's thy praise.
T. Iourdan.
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