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Show joo ESOP. Efop. Have you then a mind to a Wife, Sir ? Beau. Taw, min Heer. Efop. What wou'd you do with her? Beau. W h y , I'd take care of her Affairs, rid her of all her Troubles, her Maidenhead, and her Portion. Efip. And pray what fort of Wife wou'd you be willing to throw your felf away upon ? Beau. Why, upon one that has Youth, Beauty, Quality, Virtue, Wit and Money. Efip. And how may you be qualified your felf, to back you in your Pretentions to fuch a one ? Beau. Why, I a m qualified w i t h - a Perriwig-« a Snuff-box. a Feather a fmooth •fcKe a Fool's Head and a Patch. Efop. But one Queftion more; What Settlements can you make ? Beau. Settlements! Why, if fhe be a very great Heirefs indeed, I believe I may fettle my felf upon her for Life, and my Pox upon her Children for ever. ^f°P* yt* enough; you may expect Til ferve you, ir It .** & mY way. But I wou'd not have you rely too much upon your Si^efc* becaufe People fomeumes are miftaken As for Example, An Ape there was of nimble Partst A great Intruder into Hearts, As brisk, and gay, and full of Air, As you, or L, or any here \ Rich in his Drefs, of fplendid Shew, And with an Head like any Beau : Eternal Mirth was in his Face \ Where'er he went, He was content, So Fortune had but kindly fent Some Ladies and a Looking-glafs. Encouragement they always gave him, Encouragement to play the Fool; For foon they found it wat a Tool, Wou'd 1 Wou'd hardly be fo much in Love, But that the mumbling of a Glove Or tearing of a Fan, wou'd fiave him. Thefe Bounties he accepts as Proof Of Feats done by his Wit and Youth ; He gives their Freedom gone for ever, Concludes each Female Heart undone, Except that very Happy One, To which he'd pleafe to do the Favour. In fhort, fo fmooth his matters went, He gueft, where'er his Thoughts were bent, The Lady he muft carry. So put on a fine new Cravat, He comb'd his Wig, he cock't his Hat, And gave it out, he'd marry. But here, alas / he found to's Cofty He had reckon'd long without his Ho ft: For wherefoe'er he made the Attack, Poor Pug with fhame was beaten back. The firft Fair She he had in Chate, Was a young Cat, extremely rich, Her Mother was a noted Witch ; So had the Daughter prov'd but Civil, He had been related to the Devil. But when he came To urge his Flame, She fcratch'd him o'er the Face. With that he went among the Bitches, Such as had Beauty, Wit and Riches, And fwore Mifs Maulken, to her Coft, Shou'd quickly fie what fhe had loft: But the poor unlucky Swain Mifis'd his Shepherdefs again *, His Fate was to mifiarry. It was his deftiny to find, That Cats and Dogs are of a mmtf, When Monkeys c°me t9_ mm^* |