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Show J Sir A N T O N Y LOVE, II. My Vaffion with your Kindnefs grew, Tho' Beauty gave the fir ft Defire: But Beauty only to purfue, Is following a wandring Fire. III. As Hills in PerfpeBive fupprefs The free Enquiry of the Sight: Reftraint makes every Vleafure lefs, And takes from Love the full Delight. IV. Faint Kiffes may in part fupply Thofe eager Longings of my Soul; But oh! Tm loft, if you deny A quick Poffeffion of the whole. "S^SBv*^ E P I L O G U E, Spoken by Mrs. Bote Ian F Novelty has any Charms to move, We hope, to Night, we've rais'd your drooping Love : ht to the Toungflers of a noifie Pit, Mofe-Tongues and Mifireffes out-run their Wit: But to the graver Sinners of the Bench, Vho, from your Mothers Maids, have lov'd a Wenehx mo, cheek by foul with Time, have handed down tbe Vices of all Ages to your own: Here's a Variety, that may delight ?he Palate of each Ages Appetite. To you I'm fent. you who have dearly known the feveral Rates of Vleafure in this Town; indfind at laft, 'tis worth but your Half Crown. rou'll hear with Fatience a dull Scene, to fee, * a contented lazy Waggery, ~ke female Montford bare above the Knee. 'he makes a mighty Noift, like fome of you, Vho often talk of what you never do: he's for all Womankind, and aws the Town, is if her Husband's Breeches were her own. he's been to Night our Hero, tho* a Female, jE» P \Jeew me but fuch a Whoremafter, tho' a Male: Vho thro' fo many Shifts, is ftill fhe fame, %urfues all Petticoats, preferves her Fame, ind tho' fin can do nothing, keeps the Name. Some |