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Epilogue.
Ovr Play is done, and yours doth now begin:What different Fancies, people now are in?
How strange, and odd a mingle it would make,
If e're they rise; 'twere possible to take
All votes.—
But as when an authentique Watch is showne,
Each man windes up, and rectifies his owne,
So in our verie Iudgements; first there sits
A grave Grand Iurie on it of Towne-wits;
And they give up their verdict; then agin
The other Iurie of the Court comes in
(And that's of life and death) for each man sees
That oft condemnes, what th'other Iurie frees:
Some three dayes hence, the Ladies of the Towne
Will come to have a Iudgement of their owne:
And after them, their servants; then the Citie,
For that is modest, and is still last wittie.
'Twill be a weeke at least yet e're they have
Resolv'd to let it live, or give't a grave:
Such difficultie, there is to unite
Opinion; or bring it to be right.
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