The Broken Heart, by John Ford

THE EPILOGUE

WHERE noble judgments and clear eyes are fix’d
To grace endeavour, there sits truth, not mix’d
With ignorance; those censures may command
Belief which talk not till they understand.
Let some say, “This was flat;” some, “Here the scene
Fell from its height;” another, that the mean
Was “ill observ’d” in such a growing passion
As it transcended either state or fashion:
Some few may cry, “’T was pretty well,” or so,
“But —” and there shrug in silence; yet we know
Our writer’s aim was in the whole addrest
Well to deserve of all, but please the best;
Which granted, by th’ allowance of this strain
The BROKEN HEART may be piec’d up again.

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