Ben Jonson

"The Magnetick Lady. Epilogue."

        CHORUS changed into an Epilogue
                to the KING.

     Well, Gentlemen, I now must under Seal,

     And th' Author's charge, waive you, and make my
To the Supremest Power, my Lord, the King;

     Who best can judge of what we humbly bring.
He knows our weakness, and the
Poets faults;

     Where he doth stand upright, go firm, or halts;
And he will doom him. To which Voice he stands,

     And prefers that, 'fore all the Peoples Hands.

                    THE END.

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