EPILOGUE

In graving with Pygmalion to contend,

Or painting with Apelles, doubtless the end

Must be disgrace. Our actor did not so;

He only aimed to go, but not outgo.

5     Nor think that this day any prize was played;

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.