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Epilogue.
Playes are like Feasts, and everie Act should beeAnother Course, and still varietie:
But in good faith provision of wit
Is growne of late so difficult to get,
That doe wee what wee can, w'are not able,
Without cold meats to furnish out the Table.
Who knowes but it was needlesse too? may bee
'Twas here, as in the Coach-mans trade, and hee
That turnes in the least compasse, shewes most Art:
How e're, the Poet hopes (Sir) for his part,
You'll like not those so much, who shew their skill
In entertainment, as who shew their will.
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