For this, these publick things and I, agree
So ill, that but to do a right for thee,
I had not been perswaded to have hurl'd
These few, ill spoken lines, into the world,
Both to be read, and censur'd of, by those,
Whose very reading makes Verse senseless Prose:
Such as must spend above an hour, to spell
A Challenge on a Past, to know it well:
But since it was thy hap to throw away
Much wit, for which the people did not pay,
Because they saw it not, I not dislike
This second publication, which may strike
Their consciences, to see the thing they scorn'd,
To be with so much wit and Art adorned.
Besides one vantage more in this I see,
Tour censurers now must have the qualitie
Of reading, which I am afraid is more
Than half your shrewdest Judges had before._
Fr. Beaumont.
_To the worthy Author_ M'r. Jo. FLETCHER.
_The wise, and many headed_ Bench, _that sits
Upon the Life, and Death of_ Playes, _and_ Wits,
(_Composed of_ Gamester, Captain, Knight, Knight's man,
Lady, _or_ Pusill, _that wears mask or fan_,
Velvet, _or_ Taffata _cap, rank'd in the dark
With the shops_ Foreman, _or some such_ brave spark,
_That may judge for his_ six-pence_) had, before
They saw it half, damn'd thy whole Play, and more,
Their motives were, since it had not to doe
With vices, which they look'd for, and came to.
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