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To his honoured Friend, Mr. Anthony Stafford.
Sir, had my Muse gain'd leisure to conferreWith your sharp judgement, e're I ventur'd her
On such an audience, that my Comedie
Had suffer'd by thy Obelisk, and thee:
It needed not of just applause despair,
Because those many blots had made it fair.
I now implore your mercy to my pen,
That should have rather begg'd your rigour then.
T. R.
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