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EPILOGUE
Euen as a too fond Lover waits the day,While his Proud Mistris frowns will waste away,
That fears, yet hopes, and all her scorn do's bear
With a known patience great, as she severe,
At last to rage by her behaviour mov'd,
Flyes off, and hates what he so dearly lov'd,
So we, that have so often strove to raise
Your good opinions courted your with playes
New, and as we thought witty, but too late
We found your Censures, our rigid fate,
Are now resolv'd that this ensuing night,
We will your long continued envy slight,
If no true sence of Courtesy can make ye
Be favourable, why the Devil take ye
If you'l be kind, as you must all confess,
You have kind to those deserv'd it less,
Wee'l thank you, and remit past grieviances,
If not, then I instead of praise will curse,
And wish with a full heart, but empty Purse,
That you may meet fresh rancour in your doxes,
And what I think can hardly be, more Poxes.
FINIS.
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