Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.

The Epilogue.

'TIs done, and we alive again, and now There is no Tragedy, but in your brow. And yet our Author hopes you are pleas'd, if not; This having fail'd, he has a second Plot: 'Tis this; the next day send us in your friends, Then laugh at them, and make your selves amends. Thus, whether it be good or bad, yet you May please your selves, and you may please us too: But look you please the Poet, lest he vow A full revenge upon you all, but how? 'Tis not to kill you all twenty a day, He'l do't at once, a more compendious way; He means to write again; but so much worse, That seeing that, you'l think it a just curse For censuring this: 'Faith give him your applause, As you give Beggars money; for no cause, But that he's troublesome, and he has swore, As Beggars do, he'l trouble you no more.