English poem
Epilogue
by Henry Carey (1687–1743)
Custom commands that I should something say In Favour of the Poet, and the Play: Criticks! on you, our Author does depend, Be you his Champions, and his Cause defend; You know his Drift, if wrongheads should misplace it; I'm bid to say, Qui capit ille facit. Whate'er you please to censure or correct, We shall amend with Pleasure and Respect: But to our Failings, some Indulgence give, And with one gen'rous Plaudit, bid us live.
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