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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;