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To his friend the Author on his Fancies Theater.
Fancie , in all his Colours ne're appear'dSo variously delightfull, as in this
Magnificent Theater, which thou hast rear'd
Out of thy Genuine braine, and call'st it His.
Here does he take all shapes, and act all parts;
The noble Hero, and the humble Swaine;
The jocund Lovers, and lamenting hearts.
As well the Buskind, as the Comick straine.
Fancie has something here for every one,
From Reveller to Mourner; still provided,
Each brings a proper apprehension;
And one not by anothers humor guided.
But let all come and welcome: The severe
Cato himselfe may have free entrance here.
R. Broome.
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