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 Y'have wrought a Miracle upon my Tongue, From charming Eyes, first Elocution sprung: I, that through Imperfection, Fear, or Shame, Could never utter to Great CHARLES my Name; Oh pow'r of Beauty! now my Soul can raise, To speak a long Oration, in your Praise: The Play too will I hope, meet some Esteem, One thing I'm sure of, 'tis a glorious Theam; A Wife, in full perfection of the sort, It reaches the bright Zenith of the Court: Puts ye in mind of Sacred Majesty, Who wears that Title, in most high degree; For search the spacious Globe, there will be seen, Never a better Wife, never so good a Queen: You Ladies the next Prize your own may call,            } Since with her Lustre guilt, you glitter all,           } Transfixt in that bright Sphere, and ne'er to fall;     } So when the dazling Soveraign of the Night, Decks the Horizon with her glorious Light: Th' attending Planets round her brightly burn, And by Example glitter in their turn; So much that part, now to another thing,      } A brace of Fops too here I nicely bring,      } One has a Trick to Lisp, and one to Sing:     } Full of themselves, think half the World adore 'em, And that all Womankind must fall before 'em; When simple Creatures the good Housewife hear, Values a sneaking look, a subtle Tear, A Feast of Oaths, and Vows, cook'd up with Art, With a neat Dish of Lyes for a Desert; No more than a grand Courtier, high in Grace, A Complimenting Friend, that wants a Place: Yet must dear Self-conceit, frail Nature share,                      } How many, frowzy Pates, Humps, Scrubs, alas there are,               } Who vainly think themselves like these, the Victors of the Fair. } With them some other Comick parts you'll view, Pleasant I think, would you would be so too;