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On his deserving friend the Author.
__Fletcher_ the _King_ of _Poets_ of his age,
In all his writings throughout every page
Made it his chiefest business to describe
The various humours of the _canting-Tribe_:
His _Beggars-bush_, and other of his _Playes_
Did gain to him (deservedly) the _Bayes_.
_Nature_ and _Art_ in _him_ were both conjoyn’d;
None could ere say that his Wit was purloyn’d:
Neither is _thine_: he did all fancies fill,
From _Kings_ and _Queens_, unto the _Maid o’ th’ Mill_;
And so canst _thou_, for thou hast here display’d
The Vices of each _Sex_, and every _Trade_.
Wherefore what he in his time wore, do _thou_
Put on, a _Wreath_ of _Bays_ t’ adorne thy _brow_._