SONG.
Enter the Triumph. First, the Musicians: then Vain Delight, Pleasure, Craft, Lcre, Vanity, and other of the Vices: Then a Chariot with the person of Time sitting in it, drawn by four persons, representing Hours, singing.
Exeunt. Flourish.
King. Em. By this we note (sweet-heart) in Kings and Princes
A weakness, even in spite of all their wisdoms.
And often to be master'd by abuses:
Our natures here describ'd too, and what humors
Prevail above our Reasons to undo us.
But this the last and best. When no friend stands,
The gods are merciful, and lend their hands. Flourish.
Epilogue
Now as the Husbandman, whose Costs and Pain,
Whose Hopes and Helps lie buried in his Grain,
Waiting a happy Spring to ripen full
His long'd-for Harvest, to the Reapers pull;
Stand we expecting, having sown our Ground
With so much charge, (the fruitfulness not found)
The Harvest of our Labours: For we know
You are our Spring; and when you smile, we grow.
Nor Charge nor Pain, shall bind us from your Pleasures,
So you but lend your hands to fill our Measures.
FINIS.