Épilogue de The Empress of Morocco de Settle

Thit play like Country Girle corne up toTown Long'd t'appear fine, inJewelt, andrich Gown; And so,

Hoping il^s Pride your Courtiers would support, To please You, lost its Maiden-head at Court... A generous GaUant though tired and Cloy'd, Should still speak wdl of what he has enjoy*d. Should you damn this you would your selves reproach, 'Tie barb'rous to defame what you debauch. Nay, now you 've Cast U off, yet do not Frown: Though like the Refuge pf a Miss o* th' Town, It is tum'd Common, Youn for half a Crown. Thus your applause resembles your Amours, Hâve we not seen (Oh lores almighty Powers) I A Wench with tallow-looks and winter-Face, Continue one Mans Favourite seven Years space : Some Ravishing knack i' th' tport and some britk motion, Keeps the giU Goach and the gallants Dévotion.,., etc.