Epilogue, TO LOVE and HONOR, A Tragicomedy.

TRoth Gentlemen, you must vouchsafe awhile
T'excuse my Mirth; I cannot chuse but smile▪
And'tis to thinke, how like a subtle Spie,
Our Poet waits, to heare his destinie:
Just i'th pay'd-Entry as you passe; the place
Where first you mention your dislike, or gra…e.
Pray whisper softly, that he may not heare;
Or else, such words, as shall not blast his Eare.