 | Thorny-Abbey, or The London-Maid |  |
To the READER.
While that queint Prologues th'Hearer's ears bewitch,'Tis, Reader, my design; your eyes to catch.
Our aim's in both alike; we to attain
Applause do strive, and get a private gain.
As cunning Fencers make at parts below.
When they intend to give the Head the blow:
So we do humbly court your ears and eyes,
While 'tis your purse we aim at for our prize.
A Play's commended, if the Stage be full,
And what Book sells well, 's never counted dull.
Thus do the Actor's and Booksiller's gains
Give the best judgement of the Poet's brains.
Then ne're enquire how these Plays have took,
But buy them quickly, and commend the Book.
R. D.
| Thorny-Abbey, or The London-Maid | |