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And them so large, meerely for show, and light;
Concludes, it tooke lesse care, of Day, than Night.
Since thou art safe, those Numbers will be lost,
Which I laid up, to mourne thee as a Ghost:
Unlesse I spend them on some Tragick Tale,
Which Lovers shall beleeve, and then bewaile:
Next Terme, prepare thee for the Theater!
And untill then, reserve thy skilfull Eare;
For I will sing imagin'd Tragedie,
'Till Fates repent their essence is so high
From passion rays'd; 'cause they can ne're obtaine
To taste the griefs, which gentle Poets feigne.
Concludes, it tooke lesse care, of Day, than Night.
Since thou art safe, those Numbers will be lost,
Which I laid up, to mourne thee as a Ghost:
Unlesse I spend them on some Tragick Tale,
Which Lovers shall beleeve, and then bewaile:
Next Terme, prepare thee for the Theater!
And untill then, reserve thy skilfull Eare;
For I will sing imagin'd Tragedie,
'Till Fates repent their essence is so high
From passion rays'd; 'cause they can ne're obtaine
To taste the griefs, which gentle Poets feigne.
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