Printed for J. KNAPTON, C. HITCH and L. HAWES, J. and R. TONSON, S. CROWDER and Co. W. BATHOE, T. LOWNDS, T. CASLON, and G. KEARSLY. _Our Author fearing his Success to Day,_ _Sends me to bribe your Spleen against his Play,_ _And if a Ghost in_ Nelly's _Time cou'd sooth ye,_ _He hopes in these that Flesh and Blood may move ye,_ _Nay, what is more, to win your Hearts, a Maid!_ _If ever such a Thing the Play-house had._ _For Cold and Shade the waxen Blossom's born,_ _Not to endure the Regions of the Sun,_ _Let every Beau then his Applause begin,_ _And think the Rarity was born for him:_ _Your true-bred Knights for fancy'd Dames advance,_ _And think it Gallantry to break a Launce,_ _And shall a…
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