Épilogue de The Empress of Morocco de Settle

Thia play like Country Girle corne iip to Town

Long'd t'appear fine, in Jewela, and rich Goum;

And so,

Hoping it'a Pride your Courtiers would support,

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

A generous Gallant though tired and Cloy'd,

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

Should you damn thia 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' M' Town,

It is tum'd Common, Y ours for half a Crown...

Thus your applause resembles your Amours,

Bave we not seen (Oh loves almighly Powers) !

A Wench with talhw-looks and winter-Face,

Continue one Mans Favourite seven Years space :

Some Ravishing knack i' th' sport and some brisk motion,

Keeps the gilt Coach and the gallants Dévotion.. .y etc.