Epilogue to the Stage, at the Cock-Pit
In graving with Pygmalion to contend,Or painting with Apelles, doubtless the endMust be disgrace: our actor did not so,—He only aim’d to go, but not out-go.Nor think that this day any prize was play’d; 9Here were no bets at all, no wagers laid: 10All the ambition that his mind doth swell,Is but to hear from you (by me) ’twas well.