A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.

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A royal arbor of loyal poesie consisting of poems and songs digested into triumph, elegy, satyr, love & drollery / composed by Tho. Jordan.
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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London :: Printed by R.W. for Eliz. Andrews ...,
[1663]
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A Prologue to a Play of mine, call'd, Love hath found his eyes; or Distractions.

I Know ye did expect me, but for what, To say we have a Play, the Bills shew that; Why let's begin then, Sound—But some will say Are there no faults in th' Actors, or the Play To beg your patience for? Yes faith, there's store, Yet all we crave is you'l not make 'em more. A very just petition, and 'tis it I think, we bear no more then we commit;

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Yet there are some, wise judges, that do seek To raise their laughter on what you dislike: The errors of the Actors, and they be The witty tribe of our own Quality; Why let them laugh, they paid for't, why should we Deprive a man of that felicity, That cannot help nor hurt us; and I pray How e're it prove, don't call't a Pretty Play: Let it be good or bad, that slight word pritty Shews the Play naught, and the depraver witty. The language is but low, and the invention No higher then a common apprehension, And (in a word) the Authours wish is such You'l not despair, nor yet expect too much.
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