Jew of Malta, The - Epilogue to the Stage

AT THE COCK-PIT

In graving with Pygmalion to contend,
 Or painting with Apelles, doubtless the end
 Must be disgrace; our actor did not so:
 He only aim'd to go, but not out-go.
 Nor think that this day any prize was play'd;
 Here were no bets at all, no wagers laid;
 All the ambition that his mind doth swell,
 Is but to hear from you (by me) 'twas well.
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