200:01;000@@@@@|
200:01;529[U ]| Truth sayes, of old, the art of making plaies
200:01;529[U ]| Was to$9$ content the people; and their praise
200:01;529[U ]| Was to$4$ the Poet money, wine, and bayes.
200:01;529[U ]| But in$4$ this age, a sect of writers are,
200:01;529[U ]| That$6@1$, onely, for$4$ particular likings care,
200:01;529[U ]| And will$1$ taste nothing that$6@1$ is populare.
200:01;529[U ]| With such we$6@2$ mingle neither braines, nor
200:01;529[U ]| brests;
200:01;529[U ]| our$6@2$ wishes, like$4$ to$4$ those make publique feasts,
200:01;529[U ]| Are not to$9$ please the cookes tastes, but the
200:01;529[U ]| guestes.
200:01;529[U ]| Yet, if those cunning palates hether come,
200:01;529[U ]| They shall find guests entreaty, and good roome;
200:01;529[U ]| And though all relish not, sure, there will$1$ be some,
200:01;529[U ]| That$6@1$, when they leaue their seates, shall make them say,
200:01;529[U ]| Who$6@1$ wrot that$6@2$ piece, could so$5@2$ have wro . . .
