Classic Poem

The Epilogue at the Fryers.

What shall the Author doe? it madnesse were
To entreat a mercy from you who are severe,
Sterne Iudges and a pardon never give,
For onely merit with you makes things live:
He leaves you therefore to your selves and may
You gently quit or else condemne the Play,
As in an upright Conscience you will thinke fit,
Your sentence is the life and death of wit.
The Author yet hath one safe plea, that though
A Middlesex Iury on his play should goe,
They cannot finde the murther wilfull, since
Twas Acted by Command, in his owne defence.

The Epilogue at the Fryers.

What shall the Author doe? it madnesse were
To entreat a mercy from you who are severe,
Sterne Iudges and a pardon never give,
For onely merit with you makes things live:
He leaves you therefore to your selves and may
You gently quit or else condemne the Play,
As in an upright Conscience you will thinke fit,
Your sentence is the life and death of wit.
The Author yet hath one safe plea, that though
A Middlesex Iury on his play should goe,
They cannot finde the murther wilfull, since
Twas Acted by Command, in his owne defence.