 | Love Crownes the End |  |
Fancie, to the Reader.
Readers of all sorts, when you have survai'dEach roome within this Theater, and paid
Sufficient for admittance, you'l allow
To render me account of all, and how
You like the fabrick, if it be well rear'd;
The thought of falling is not to be fear'd,
Though he that did erect it, has not serv'd
Seaven yeares to the Profession, nor deserv'd
The Attribute of Architect, yet hee
Expects by your faire hands to be made free;
Hee'l then set up in th' Citie, and in spight
Of Suburb power, or Corporation's might:
Use his best skill to please you. Faith, be just,
Doe not enseale his Freedome with the aust,
Hee's prest t' obey you howsoe're, and will
Without a grumble, serve you, and fulfill
I hope you'l raise him, Char'ty teacheth so:
Yet, hee'l not begge your favours, to assist
Him, by Certificate, doe what you lift;
He knowes the worst on't, if you doe refuse,
'Tis but the having (to the Hall) his Muse
To have the gentle notch; and so to try
If hee in time can gaine the Mystery;
Hee sweares he will defie you, when that hee
Atchives to th'Warden of the Company.
| Love Crownes the End | |