Another EPILOGUE Intended for the same. Thomas D'Urfey Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R17889 D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ... 1690 p. 115. [16],207,[1]p.

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Another EPILOGUE Intended for the same . REflection on the different Brains of Men , Has suddenly restor'd me mine agen . Yet not so perfectly , but that perhaps , There may be still some fear of a Relapse , Your kindness , noble Friends , my Wits may save , But if the Sparks grow mutinous . I rave . Since 'tis not wholly from their Judgments done . But some dear Female Punt , that sets 'em on : The Poets Cause and mine are one to night , I do my best to act , as he to write ; If after this you our Endeavours slight , Then I must fall into my former fit , And though to all true Judgments we submit , Rail at the barb'rous Dragons of the Pit . For to be hiss'd by such as scarce can read , Faith 'tis enough to make one mad indeed .