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EPILOGUE.
Spoken by Lindamira.
Strange rules, good folks! these poets are so nice
They turn our mere amusements into vice.
Lard! must we women of our lives be lavish
Because those huge strong creatures men will ravish?
I'll swear I thought it hard, and think so still,
To die for—being pleas'd against one's will.
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They turn our mere amusements into vice.
Lard! must we women of our lives be lavish
Because those huge strong creatures men will ravish?
I'll swear I thought it hard, and think so still,
To die for—being pleas'd against one's will.
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But you, ye fair and brave, for virtue's sake,
These spotless scenes to your protection take.
These spotless scenes to your protection take.
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