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, Welcome Welcome, Fond Wanderer, as Ease 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 Think not your Conqueft to maintain, In vain, fair Nymph, in vain you ftrive, By the fame force that Conquer'd me. Those Troops of Beauties muft disband; 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 |