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Poets Are Far Rarer Birds Than Kings.

I'll Give Anything For A Good Copy Now, Be It True Or False, So It Be News.

O, For An Engine, To Keep Back All Clocks, Or Make The Sun Forget His Motion!

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.