EPILOGUE.

YOU see we try all shapes, and shifts, and arts,
To tempt your favours, and regain your hearts.
We weep and laugh, join grief and mirth together,
Like rain and sunshine mix'd, in April weather.
Your diff'rent tastes divide our poet's cares;
One foot the sock, t'other the buskin wears.
Thus, while he strives to please, he's forc'd to do't,
Like Volscius, hip hop, in a single boot.
Critics, he knows, for this may damn his books:
But he makes feasts for friends, and not for cooks.
Though errant knights of late no favour find,
Sure you will be to ladies errant kind.

To follow fame, knight errants make profession:
We damsels fly to save our reputation:
So they their valour shew, we our discretion.
To lands of monsters, and fierce beasts they go:
We, to those islands, where rich husbands grow:
Though they're no monsters, we may make them so.
If they're of English growth, they'll hear't with patience :
But save us from a spouse of Oroonoko's nations :
Then bless your stars, you happy London wives,
Who love at large, each day, yet keep your lives :
envy poor Imoinda's doating blindness,
Who thought her husband kill'd her out of kindness.

Nor

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Death with a husband ne'er had shewn such charms,
Had she once dy'd within a lover's arms.
Her error was from ignorance proceeding;
Poor soul! she wanted some of our town-breeding:
Forgive this Indian fondness of her spouse ;
Their law no Christian liberty allows :
Alas, they make a conscience of their vows!
If virtue in a Heathen be a fault,

Then damn the Heathen school where she was taught.
She might have learn'd to cuckold, jilt and sham,
Had Covent-Garden been in Surinam.

THE END.

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MWELL SANNE LOVELY.

Igreatly fear the flesh and the weak nepithereef,

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London Printed for JBell British Library.Strand. Xovga 91.