Equal Desires; which yet they’ll not confess.
Theirs, tho less fierce, more constant will abide;
But ours less current grow the more they’re try’d.
[EPILOGUE]
HISS ’em, and cry ’em down, ’tis all in vain,
Incorrigible Scriblers can’t abstain:
But impudently i’th’ old Sin engage;
Tho doom’d before, nay banish’d from the Stage.
Whilst sad Experience our Eyes convinces,
That damn’d their Plays which hang’d [the German Princess];