 | Love Crownes the End |  |
To his friend the Author, on his ingenious Theater of Fancies.
A Theater is built, and every partOrder'd with various Workmanship and Art,
The Sceanes with Protean transformation move,
Presenting Buskins, Socks, and Themes of love:
A Mourners teares, and joy of a faire Bride;
Smart Satyre, and a world of change beside.
'Tis not the Building only Men should see,
But what's prepar'd for Action in't by thee.
Upon the outward forme let no Man looke,
But search the richer inside of thy Booke.
And if their humors doe not judgement blinde,
They'l most things pleasing, none offending finde.
Sic censet Amicus. Tho. Nabbes.
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