The sullen lovers, or, The impertinents a comedy acted by His Highness the Duke of Yorkes servants / written by Tho. Shadwell.

Epilogue.

PHysitians tell us, that in every age Some one particular Disease does rage, The Scurvy once, and what you call the Gout, But Heaven be prais'd their Reign is almost out; Yet a worse malady then both is bred, For Poetry now reigneth in their stead: The Itch of writing Playes, the more's the pity, At once has seis'd the Town, the Court, and City. Amongst the rest the Poet of this day▪ By meer infection has produc'd a Play. Once his hot fit was strong when he was bold To write, but while you judge hee's in the Cold, Yet pray consider, few of you but may Be given up so farre to write a Play: If not for his, for your own sakes be kinde, And give that mercy which you hope to finde.

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