were Counsel loft, or else I would advise; thy half Wit will ne'er let thee be wife:

f Witty, and half Mad, and fcarce half Brave,

If Honeft, which is very much a Knave,

His Strength and Cunning I defie: Once more I have thrown off his Yoke, And am a Man, and do despise the Boy. Thanks to her Pride, and her Difdain,

And all the Follies of a scornful Mind ;

I had ne'er poffeft my Heart again,
If Fair Miranda had been kind.

Welcome

Welcome, Fond Wanderer, as Ease
And Plenty to a Wretch in pain,

That worn with Want and a Disease,

Enjoys his Health, and all his Friends again. Let others wafte their Time and Youth, Watch and look pale, to gain a peevish Maid, And learn too late this dear-bought Truth, At length they're fure to be betray'd.

By

By a Perfon of HONOUR.

T

Hough, Phillis, your prevailing Charms
Have forc'd me from my Celia's Arms,
That kind defence against all Powers,
But those refiftlels Eyes of yours:

Think not your Conqueft to maintain,
By Rigour and unjust Disdain.

In vain, fair Nymph, in vain you ftrive,
For Love does feldom Hope furvive.
My Heart may Languifh for a time,
Whilft all your Glories in their prime,
Can juftifie fuch Cruelty,

By the fame force that Conquer'd me.
When Age fhall come, at whofe command

Those Troops of Beauties muft disband;
A Tyrant's ftrength once took away,
What Slave fo dull as to Obey?

EPILOGUE

EPILOGUE

ΤΟ

Every Man in bis Humour.

By the fame Author.

Ntreaty fhall not ferve, nor Violence,

To make me speak in fuch a Play's defence: A Play, where Wit and Humour do agree

To break all practis'd Laws of Comedy:

The Scene (what more abfurd) in England lies, No Gods defcend, nor dancing Devils rife ;

No Captive Prince, from namelefs Countrey

brought,

No Battel, nay, there's not a Duel fought.

And