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EPILOGUE Spoken by Mrs. Mary Lee.
Now who sayes Poets don't in blood delight?'Tis true the varlets care not much to fight;
But faith, they claw it off when e're they write:
Are bully Rocks not of the common size;
Kill ye men faster then Domitian flyes.
Ours made such Havock, that the silly Rogue
Was forc't to make me rise for th'Epilogue.
The fop damn'd me, but e're to hell I go,
I'd very fain be satisfy'd, if you
Think it not just that he were 'serv'd so too.
As he hath yours, do you his hopes beguile:
You've been in Purgatory all this while.
Then damn him down to Hell, and never spare,
Perhaps he'l find more savour there then here.
Nay of the two may chuse the much less evil,
If you're but good when pleas'd, e'n so's the Devil.
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