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 An EPILOGUE.

AMONGST all Characters nearest Divine, You that are Witty-men should cry up mine; And of all Bargains that are daily driven, Ours is the most ingaging under Heaven: Whose Souls in a Seraphick station move, As all must do who Marry, Love for Love. Sir Sampson here, a strange Old sordid Sot,     } Meaning by Candle Inch to buy my Lot,                  } Would settle on me, Oh! the Lord knows what;           } He for a Purchase the old way takes Care,       } And like a Higler in a Country Fair             } Bawls out aloud, take Money for your Mare:      } Or Brother like Stockjobbing cheat would make, My Friend so much you give, so much you take; But Valentine, whose Person, Wit and Art, Pleads fairer Title to a tender Heart; With an endearing Claim, fine Words address, A Graceful Person, and a taking Face: A solid Judgment that can stand the test, Trick humour gay—I fancy'd all the rest; Compell'd my Love—The Passion strong did grow,     } Whither all this, a Woman's Heart should bow,       } Your Pardon Ladies, I am sure you know:             } Besides by Subtilty I Tryal made, Found out his Haunts, and Snares each way I laid; Mark'd, tho' the frolick Widows—City Dames, Inmates of Leicester-field, Pall-Mall, St. James: The Tall, the Short, the Freckl'd—Fair and Brown, The straight-lac'd Maiden, and the Miss o'th' Town; We're sure to work on in Adversity, Yet still what Stock he had was kept for me: And for such Love, if we should Love alow, Your Pardon Ladies, I am sure you know; I took Compassion on the Bankrupt Debtor, He had no Money, But had something better: Faith like a generous Girl, I paid his worth, For I had Honour in me from my Birth;