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An Epilogue intended for a late COMEDY, and to be spoke by Mr. MONFORD, in a long Presbyterian Cloak.

1 FRom a strange Miracle which none can prove,
2 For sure no fool could e'er run mad for Love,
3 From antick whim, compos'd of Song and Rant,
4 Our hot-brain'd Scribler now will make me cant,
5 He says this Carb and a right Tone will fit
6 Most of the City Wives that here are met,
7 Which if it happen is a fair occasion
8 To bring us all the Non-cons of the Nation:
9 Things now, thank Heaven, are at a better pass,
10 Than late they were before the Act of Grace;
11 And if this Project is but manag'd right,
12 Gad we shall strip the Conventicles quite,
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13 If so, who values how your sensure falls,
14 There's many a Play-house full within the Walls:
15 Sharp Judges with short Hair and little Bands,
16 Will tear their Cuffs with clapping of their Hands:
17 I'll try for once.
18 Dear Sisters that to Prayers in Pattins go,
19 And all the force of Bowel yernings know;
20 Let not your Breasts for Sinners pant and heave,
21 But seek the Truth, and to my Bosom cleave;
22 Lewd frothy Bullies only can provoke,
23 There's somthing worth your while under the Cloak,
24 I this will do.
25 This will my Female Friends from Wapping call,
26 A Tone with Women brings the Devil and all:
27 But Sirs, methinks, you malancholly grow,
28 To teach you then what virtue is in show;
29 Look ye, this
* Puts on a great Peruke.
Wig translates me to a Bow:
30 Now let me hear the proudest of ye say
31 Amongst you all, that he dislikes the Play.
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32 If ye are Envious, vent it all at home,
33 Wit pardons Faults, since every one has some;
34 And that how few correctly use their Pen,
35 I leave to th' Judgment of all witty Men,
36 And so I'll be a
* Pulls of a Peruke and claps on a broad Hatt.
Canting Rogue agen.
37 Friends, I would fain adapt to these our Times,
38 Religious Use of reasoning in Rhimes;
39 Sincerely use the Laborer to day,
40 W' are now united and may see a Play;
41 Affinity of Works our liking calls,
42 For all our Labors are a kind of Drolls.
43 'Mongst all the Females here that want conducting
44 For I've a great desire to be instructing,
45 Hor to convince I do intreat alone,
46 To come up to my Room and rub me down;
47 And if she be not throughly satisfi'd,
48 Let her from me my choicest Gifts divide,
49 Make me a Scoff amongst the Sons of Men,
50 As never able to hold forth agen.

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Title (in Source Edition): An Epilogue intended for a late COMEDY, and to be spoke by Mr. MONFORD, in a long Presbyterian Cloak.
Author: Thomas D'Urfey
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D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723. New poems, consisting of satyrs, elegies, and odes together with a choice collection of the newest court songs set to musick by the best masters of the age / all written by Mr. D'Urfey. London: Printed for J. Bullord ... and A. Roper ..., 1690, pp. 112-114. [16],207,[1]p. (ESTC R17889) (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [Harding C 1197 (1)].)

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