  Judicious friends, if what shall here be seen May taste your sense, or ope your tickled spleen, Our author has his wish: he does not mean To rub your galls with a satiric scene; Nor toil your brains, to find the fustian sense Of those poor lines that cannot recompense The pains of study: Comedy's soft strain Should not perplex, but recreate the brain; His strain is such, he hopes it, but refers That to the test of your judicious ears. |
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