Épilogue de The Empress of Morocco de Seltle

This play like Conntry Cirle corne up to Town

Long'd t'appear fine, inJeweU, and rich Gown;

And so,

Uoping id Pride your Cottrtiert would tupport.

To please You, lost ils Maiden-head al Court...

A gênerons Gallant though tired and Cloy'd,

Should still speak well of what he has enjoy'd.

Should you damn this you would your selves reproach,

*Tis barVrous to defame wkat you debauch,

Nay, now you V Cast it off, yet do not Frown: \

Though like the Refuge of a Miss o' th' Town, J

It is turn'd Common, Yours for half a Crown... '

Thus your applause resembles your Amours,

Hâve we not seen (Oh loves almifflity Power*) !

A Wencli with tallow-looks and winter-Face,

Continue one Mans Favourite seven Yeara space :

Some Raviahing knack V th' sport and some brisk motion,

Keeps the gilt CoNch and the gallants Dévotion..., etc.