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Then sure, there may be hope, you can subdue,Your patience to endure, an Act, or two:Nay more, when you are told, our Poets ragePursues but one example, which that ageWherein he liv'd produc'd; and wee relyNot on the truth, but the varietie.His Muse beleev'd not, what she then did write;Her Wings, were wom to make a nobler flight;Soar'd high, and to the Stars, your Sex did raise;For which, full Twenty yeares, he wore the Bayes.'Twas hee reduc'd Evadne from her scorne,And taught the sad Aspasia how to mourne;Gave Arethusa's love, a glad releefe;And made Panthea elegant in griefe.If these great Trophies of his noble Muse,Cannot one humor 'gainst your Sex excuseWhich wee present to night; you'l finde a wayHow to make good, the Libell in our Play:So you are cruell to your selves; whilst he(Safe in the fame of his integritie)Will be a Prophet, not a Poet thought;And this fine Web last long, though loosely wrought.

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