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 play is done; and yours doth now begin: What different fancies people now are in! How strange and odd a mingle it would make, If, ere they rise, 'twere possible to take All votes!— But, as when an authentic watch is shown, Each man winds up and rectifies his own; So in our very judgments. First there sits A grave grand jury on it of town wits; And they give up their verdict: then again The other jury of the court comes in: And that's of life and death; for each man sees; That oft condemns, what th' other jury frees. Some three days hence, the ladies of the town Will come to have a judgment of their own. And, after them, their servants: then the city; For that is modest, and is still last witty. 'Twill be a week at least yet, ere they have Resolv'd to let it live, or give't a grave: Such difficulty there is to unite Opinion, or bring it to be right.