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Epilogue.

First , Ladies, unto you I am addrest,
As those who judge of Lovers actions best:
If Clarimant your suffrages hath gain'd,
Our Author hath his chiefest end obtain'd:
Now Sirs to you—
Sure here's no Lover will Clorinda blame
For gratitude, since you must hope the same:
Perhaps you rather think she was too nice,
That such a flame no sooner thaw'd her ice:
Our Author hopes she did but her just part;
He nobly woo'd, she timely gave her heart:
To both the sexes we prefer this sute;
Ere you give sentence, with your selves dispute:
If then condemn'd, to whom should we appeal,
But to that Prince that pardons faults of zeal?
If then condemn'd, 'twere pride to make appeal,
Yet there remains a pardon in our zeal: