To  and his Kit I bid adieu,
Fall off, and on, be hang'd and  too
Thy self for me, my  are o're;
I'le act th'inspired  no more.
must for another Treble look,
In  to make Faces by the book.
and my esteemed  too,
in the Glass adieu,
And since the dearest friends that be must part,
farewell with all my heart.
Now welcome all ye  and
And welcome all the  tender things;
That please my  suit my make and years,
Unburden'd yet with all but lovers cares.