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Show A 2 j 4 E S 0 P. No Bird, fhe cry*d, wou'd ferve her turn, 'But what cou'd quench as well as bum, She'd have a young Gallant; fo one fije had. But e'er a Month was come and gone, The Bride began to change her tone, She found a young Gallant was an inconflant one. She wander'd to a neighboring Grove, Where after mufing long on Love, She told her Confident, fhe found When for one's Life one muft be bound, (Tho Youth indeed was a delicious Bait) An aged Husband, rich, tho plain, Wou'd give aflavifh Wife lefs pain ; And what was more, was fooner flain, Which was a thing of weight. Behold, young Lady, here, the Cuckow of the Fa. ble : I'm deform'd, 'tis true, yet I have found the means to make a Figure amongft Men, that well has re-compens'd the Wrongs of Nature ; m y Rival's Beauty promifes you much j perhaps m y homely Form might yield you more; at leaft confider on't, 'tis worth your Thought. Euph. I muft confefs, m y Fortune wou'd be greater; But what's a Fortune to a Heart like mine ? 'Tis true, I'm but a young Philofopher, Yet in that little fpace m y Glafs has run, I've fpent fome time in fearch of Happinefs : The fond Purfuit I foon obferv'd of Riches Inclin'd m e to enquire into their Worth 5 I found their Value was not in themfelves, But in their Power to grant what w e cou'd ask. 1 then proceeded to m y own Defires, T o know what ftate of Life wou'd fuit with them: I found 'em moderatejin their Demands, They neither ask'd for Title, State, or Power 5 They flighted the afpiring Poft of Envy: 'Tis true, they trembled at the name Contempt J A general Efteem was all they wifh'd ; And that I did not doubt might be obuin'd, If furnifh'd but with Virtue and Good-Nature I My Fortune prov'd fufficient to afford m e ' Conveniences of Life, and Independence This, Sir was the Refult of m y E n q o j * And by this Scheme of Happinefs I build When I prefer the Man I love to you ' Efop. H o w wife, how witty, and how cleanly, young W o m e n grow, as foon as ever they are in love » 1 S Euph. Howfopp-'ft, how impertinent, and how nau-feous are old Men, when they pretend to be fo too ! Efop. H o w pert is Youth J Euph. H o w dull is Age ! Efop. W h y fo fharp, young Lady ? Euph. W h y fo blunt, old Gentleman ? Efop. 'Tis enough; I'll to your Father, I know how to deal with him, tho I don't know how to deal with you. Before to-morrow Noon, Damfel, Wife fhall be written on your Brow. [Exit E f Euph. Then before to-morrow Night, Statefman Husband fhall be ftampt upon your Forehead. {Exit Euph. ACT IV. Enter Oronces and Doris. Dor. T ) Atience, I befeech you. X Or. Patience ! What, and fee that lovely Creature thrown into the Arms of that pedantick Monfter : 'Sdeath, I'd rather fee the World reduc'd to A-toms, Mankind turn'd into Crawfilh, and m y felf an old Woman. Dor. So you think an old W o m a n a very unfortunate thing, I find, but you are miftaken, Sir ; fhe may plague other Folks, but fhe's as entertaining to her felf, as any one part of the Creation* Or, |