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Show , • . • The SPARTAN IDAMB. - t 'L moft worthy Progeny of Kings, With the molt w w j. fi ^ ^'T^^KomS^Year, ..- Xupherm* is lnc r , ur Hopes, A golden Harveft rifes o yo r pMce, " AH Hfa r t S p rtlfefv "y Year renew'd, O! be that f~™fcp£JLy te fulfiil'd! . A „ d in its " ^ ' ^ j X n c e cheer Mankind, So fhall her ffn*J„U£e 0f Gold. And ' i p : U ; m "y thengagam return, Saturntan Days may * mourn. An,d ev n'n s : i S ^ *"'fce T",Mr: S . JtyM, tnitkeftwdrng Bmfi>m. £ PL »' * > V : • • • E P I L O G U E, Written by Major Richardfon Tack. (~XfJ& Author's Uufe a num'rous Iffue boafis, ^^ And many of the Daughters have been Toafis. She who now lafi appears upon the Stage, {The Hopes and Joy of his declining Age) With modefi Fears, a censring World to fhun, etir'd awhile, and liv'd concealed a Nun: At length, releas'd from that Re/lramt, the Dame Trufis to the Town her Fortune, and her Fame. Abfence, and Time, have loft her many Friends, But this bright Circle makes her large Amends. To You, Fair Judges, fhe fubmits her Caufe) $or doubts, if Tou approve, the Mens Applaufe. Some fallen formal Rogue perhaps may lour, (Rebel to Female, as to Royal Pow'r ) But all the Gay, the Gallant, and the Great, On Beauty's Standard with Ambition wait. Glory is vain, where Love has had no Fart: The Toft of Honour is a W&man's Heart. Iv'n Chains are Ornaments, that Tou brftow, The more your Slaves, the prouder ftill We grow. Uan, a rough Creature, fav age form'd and rude, By Tou to gentler Manners is fubdu'd: TJH |