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Show * 2 ^ Love and a Bottle. Sun ; you fhall along with me and have your Choice. I'll enter you into the School of Venus, Child. Tis time yoq had loft vour Maiden-head, you're too old for Play-things. Lean. O h Heavens I I had rather he fhou'd flay than0, there. (Afide) But w h y will you keep fuch Company, Sir? : Roeb. Nay, if you're for Advice, farewel: Men of ripe Under(landing fhou'd always defpife What Babes only praclife, and Dotards advife. (Exit finging. Lean. Wild as Winds, andunccmrm'd as Air.-Yetlmay^: reclaim him. His Follies are weakly founded, upon the' Principles of Honour, where the very Foundation helps ftp undermine the Structure. H o w charming wou'd Vertue look!;1 jn him, whofe Behaviour can add a Grace to the Unfeern-lineis of Vice! Enter Lucinda. Luc. What, is the Gentleman gone ? Lean. Yes, M a d a m . He was inftantly taken ill with a violent Pain in his Stomach, and was fore'd to hurry awa in a Chair to his Lodging. Luc. O h poor Gentleman ! He's one of thofe conceited Fools that fhink no Female can refill their Temptations.1 Blockheads, that imagine all W i t to confift in blafphemind Heav'n and W o m e n . I'll feed his Vanity, but llarve his Love. And may all Coxcombs meet no better Fate, Who doubt our Sexes Virtue, or dare prompt our Hate. ( SCENE Lyrick'j Chamber in Widorv Bullfinch^ Houfe; Pi pen fc alter d about the Table, himfelf fiting writing in Gown and Cap. Lyr. Two as good Lines as ever were written. (Rtfy I gad I fhall maul thefe Topping .Fellows.--Says Mr. Lee,: Let there be not one Glimps, one Starry Spark, But Gods meet Gods, andjufile in the Dark. Says little' Lyrick, Let all the Lights be burnt out to a Snuff, And Gods meet Gods, and play at Blind-man's-buff. Very well! • Let Gods meet Gods, andfo Mout and cuff. Inats much mended. They're as "noble Lines as ever wfrt penn o\ Oh ! Here comes m y d a m n d Mufe; I'm always ifl pe "amour of writing Elegy after a little of her Infpiration.' Intti |