Fragmenta aurea A collection of all the incomparable peeces, written by Sir John Suckling. And published by a friend to perpetuate his memory. Printed by his owne copies.

Epilogue.

OVr Play is done, and yours doth now begin: What different Fancies, people now are in? How strange, and odd a mingle it would make, If e're they rise; 'twere possible to take All votes.— But as when an authentique Watch is showne, Each man wi••des up, and rectifies his owne, So in our very Judgements; first there sits A grave Grand Jurie on it of Towne-wits; And they give up their verdict; then agin The other Jurie of the Court comes in (And that's of life and death) for each man sees That oft condemnes, what th' other Jurie frees: Some three dayes hence, the Ladies o•• the Towne Will come to have a Judgement of their owne: And after them, their servants; then the Citie, For that is modest, and is still last wittie. 'Twill be a weeke at least yet e're they have Resolv'd to let it live, or give't a grave: Such difficultie, there is to unite Opinion; or bring it to be right.