Épilogue de The Empress of Morocco de Setlle

This play like Country Girle corne up to Town Long'd t'appear fine, inJewels, and rich Gown; And so,

Hoping iCt Pride your Courtiers would support, To please You, lost its Maiden-head al Court... A gcnerous Gallant though tired and CLoy'd, Should still speah well of what ht has enjoy'd. Should you diamn this you would your selves reproach, 'Tis barb'rous to de famé what you debauch. Nay, now you *ve Cast it off, yet do not Frown: Though like the Refuge of a Miss o* th' Town, H is turn'd Common, Yours for half a Crown... Thut your applause resembles your Amours, Hâve we not seen (Oh loves almighty Powers) ! A Wcnch with tallow-looks and winter-Face, Continue one Mans Favourite seven Years space : Some Ravishing knack V th' sport and some brisk motion, Keeps the gilt Conch and the gallants Dévotion.,., etc.