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Of all dramatic writing comic wit	A
As 'tis the best so 'tis most hard to hit	A
For it lies all in level to the eye	B
Where all may judge and each defect may spy	B
Humour is that which every day we meet	C
And therefore known as every public street	C
In which if e'er the poet go astray	D
You all can point 'twas there he lost his way	D
But what's so common to make pleasant too	E
Is more than any wit can always do	E
For 'tis like Turks with hen and rice to treat	C
To make regalios out of common meat	C
But in your diet you grow savages	F
Nothing but human flesh your taste can please	G
And as their feasts with slaughter'd slaves began	H
So you at each new play must have a man	H
Hither you come as to see prizes fought	I
If no blood's drawn you cry the prize is nought	I
But fools grow wary now and when they see	J
A poet eyeing round the company	J
Straight each man for himself begins to doubt	I
They shrink like seamen when a press comes out	I
Few of them will be found for public use	K
Except you charge an oaf upon each house	L
Like the train bands and every man engage	M
For a sufficient fool to serve the stage	M
And when with much ado you get him there	N
Where he in all his glory should appear	O
Your poets make him such rare things to say	D
That he's more wit than any man i' th' play	D
But of so ill a mingle with the rest	I
As when a parrot's taught to break a jest	I
Thus aiming to be fine they make a show	P
As tawdry squires in country churches do	I
Things well consider'd 'tis so hard to make	Q
A comedy which should the knowing take	Q
That our dull poet in despair to please	G
Does humbly beg by me his writ of ease	G
'Tis a land tax which he's too poor to pay	D
You therefore must some other impost lay	D
Would you but change for serious plot and verse	R
This motley garniture of fool and farce	S
Nor scorn a mode because 'tis taught at home	T
Which does like vests our gravity become	U
Our poet yields you should this play refuse	V
As tradesmen by the change of fashions lose	V
With some content their fripperies of France	W
In hope it may their staple trade advance	W

John Dryden

Epilogue To The Wild Gallant, When Revived. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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