Ben Jonson - A Tale of Tub Epilogue lyrics

Squire T U B. T his Tale of me, the Tub of Totten-Court, A Poet first invented for your Sport. VVherein the Fortune of most empty Tubs Rowling in Love, are shewn; and with what Rubs VV' are commonly encountred: VVhen the VVit Of the whole Hundred so opposeth it. Our petty Chanon 's Forked Plot in chief, Sly Justice Arts, with the High Constable's Brief, And brag Commands; my Lady Mothers Care, And her Pol-martin 's Fortune; with the rare Fate of poor John, thus tumbled in the Cask; Got In-and-In to gi't you in a Masque: That you be pleas'd, who come to see a Play, VVith those that hear, and mark not what we say. VVherein the Poets Fortune is, I fear, Still to be early up, but ne'er the near. T H E E N D.