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Show 156 PROLOGUE. For that great End this Edifice he made, # Where humble Swain at Lady's Feet is laid; Where the pleas'd Nymph her conquered Lover fpies, Then to Glafs Pillars turns her confcious Eyes, And points a-new each Charm, for which he dies. The Mufe, before nor Terrible nor Great, Enjoys by him this awful gilded Seat ; By him Theatrick Angels mount more high, And Mimick Thunders fiiake a broader Shy. Thus all mu/i own, our Author has done more For your Delight, than ever Bard before. His Thoughts are ftill to raife your Pleafures fill'd \ To Write, Tranflate, to Blazon, or to Build, Then take him in the Lump, nor nicely pry Into fmall Faults^ that 'fcape a bufy Eye \ But kindly, Sirs, confider, he to-day Finds you the Houfe, the A 61 or s, and the Play :: So, tho we Stage-Mechanick Rules omit, Tou muft allow it in a Whole-Sale Wit. Written by Mr. Motteux. yM thinking, now good Husbands are fo few, To. get one like my Friend, what I muft do* Camilla ventur'd hard ; yet at the worft,. She ftole Love's Honey-Moon, and try'd her (Lovtrftrfs Many poor Damfels, if they dar'd to tell, Have, done as nmchy, but havz not fcap'd fo udU Tis, E P I L O G U E . I »I» well the Scene's in Spain; thus in the dark jfijou'd be loth to truft a London Spark. Some Accident might, for a private Reafon, Silence a Female, all this acling Seafon. Hard Fate of Woman ! Any one wou'd vex, To think what odds, you Men have, of our Sex. Reftraint and Cufioms (Imre our Inclination, Tou Men can try, and run o'er half the Nation. We dare not, even to avoid Reproach, When you're at White's, peep out of Hackney-Coach ; Nor with a Friend at Night, our Fame regarding, With Glafs drawn up, drive about Covent-Garden. If poor Town-Ladies ftealin here, you rail, tho'like chafie Nuns, their mode [I Looks theyveil; With this Decorum, they can hardly gain To be thought Virtuous, even in Drury-Lane. Tho this you'll not allow, yet fure you may A Plot to fnap you, in an honeft Way. In Love-Affairs, one fcarce would fpare a Brother ; All cheat; and married Folks may keep a pother, "But look as if they cheated one another. Tou may pretend, our Sex diffembles mod, But of your Truth none have much caufe to boafi : You promife bravely , but for attyour Storming, We find you're not fo valiant at performing. Then fure Camillo'; Conduct you'll approve 1 Wou'd you not do as much for one you love T Wedlock's but a blind Bargain at the beft, You venture more, ftmetimes, to be not half fo bleft. All, foonor late, that dang rous Venture make, And fome of you may make a worfe Mifiake. 1 |