 | Thorny-Abbey, or The London-Maid |  |
The Epilogue to Thorny-Abbey.
After so grave a Scene, since 'twere not fitFor to unhinge your thoughts with flashy Wit;
Or when the King and Court in mourning's clad
For Thorny's death, that you alone be glad,
Who sooner then comply with, Kings depose:
Th'old Hermit's Doctrine only wee'l apply,
And teach you from a Stage to learn to dy,
Whose Monumental Lesson, though 't be true,
That death betides to Men, and Tapers too,
Yet this one favour we do hope you'l give,
Through your Applause that this our Play may live.
| Thorny-Abbey, or The London-Maid | |