EPILOGUE to the Ordinary.

OUR PROLOGUE huff…, but we are …umo… …ow,
An… …ar … sto…me which hangs upon eac… brow,
S…in S…a fig…ts at first s…me have been b…ld,
VVho in the h…at took sh…lter in the H…ld:
But now the danger of your …hunder's nigh,
VVe have no refuge, but to m…rcy fl…:
We yield our s…lves, an… you so gen'rous …e,
S…bmitti…g foes, th…u…h … s… great, you'l s…are.
Gal…ants if y'are off…nded at our P…ay,
And think w…have c…urs…y treated …u to day:
Think what a…f mi…e there is now of Wit,
And that w… b…ing the b…st that we ca… g…t;
We are poor Farmers, and make homely …are,
Whi…e …r …i…h La…dlor…s may great Fea…ts prepare;
Bu… their R…venu… n…w is almost sp…nt,
A…d you wi… little wit must b… c…t…n…:
N…nsenc… sh…l… wear th… g…y disg…i… o… R…ime,
And though not understo…, sh…l swee…ly clime:
N…w emp…y shows must want …f se… supply,
A…g…ls shall dance, and … VVitches fly:
You sh…ll have …, t…n…e & …ig…t…ing too
An… Co…jar …s raise s…its to your view:
The upp…r G…ll'ri… sh… have t…eir desire,
Who love a Fool, a D…vi… an… a …ia:
Damn'd Plays shal… b… a … wit… m…g…ty s…en…s
And Fustian shall b… sp…k… i… …ge Machines:
And we w… …urling …r…ams … w…rks show
And you m…y l…ve t… … it …,
S… Poets s…ve th…ir wit ….
This all our S…r…blers can … wi…h …as….
T…kle the fools, though not the Witty please▪
I… you …xp…ct …ue Com…dy agen,
That repres…nts not Monst…rs, but shows men;
Your exp…ctation will be cross'd, we fear,
For we have little hope to see such here.