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The Epilogue.
Ivdging Spectators all, for this wee know,That either you are such, or should be so,
Now to your censures lowly as his minde
Our Authour all submits, and hopes to finde
In such a faire assembly no such eyes
As scoute at Theaters, and come like flies
To taint the innocent'st labours with their tongues,
Raising their richest gaines from others wrongs:
If such an envious Canker hap to lurke
Here, and hath onely sate to taxe the worke
With curious scanning; let that envy know
He scornes his censure onely, and can show
'Gainst all such labour'd hisses, Perseus Shield,
In such a fearlesse Pen as ne'r shall yeeld,
'Till his cold merits doe his worth bewray,
Or make himselfe a mewing Statua.
Nor is he of those self-admiring Apes
That thinke none's features faire, whose birth escapes
Their labouring braines; hee heares and sees, and knowes,
And yeelds all reverence to the worth of those
VVhom solid Art extols, and unto such
Hee humbly vailes his Scene, that for the touch
Of unaffecting censures hither came;
Hee sought your mirth more than a Poets name.
FINIS.
| Adrasta : or, the Womans Spleene, And Loves Conqvest | |