The wild-goose chase a comedie as it hath been acted with singular applause at the Black-Friers : being the noble, last, and onely remaines of those incomparable drammatists, Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher, Gent. : retriv'd for the publick delight of all the ingenious and private benefit of John Lowin and Joseph Taylor, servants to His late Majestie / by a person of honour.

ON Mr. FLETCHERS excellent Play, THE WILD-CHASE CHASE.

ME thinkes I see thy angred ashes rise FLETCHER; I feel them smarting in my eyes. Methinks thou sayst what would this rimer have He raises me, yet gives my fame a grave?) Me thinkes (like that Old Moralist's Complaint What ill of mine has gain'd this ill mans prayse? I hear thee say, sure this Play has some taint That this ill Poet gives his withered bayes? Perhaps this good Philosophers life began To make the ill man good; As in a man To love the good's a step to being so, Love to thy Muse may be to me so too; Then I shall know how to commend thy Muse When her own self the prayses shall infuse: Till then I must sit down confess the wonder, 'Bove which I cannot go, and, wont goe under. But where's the prayse (you 'I say) to FLETCHERS wit? I would ha giv'n but had no Offering fit. Then let these lines be thought to FLETCHERS Muse Not an Encomium, but an Excuse.

NORREYS IEPHSON.