The heir of Morocco, with the Death of Gayland Acted at the Theatre Royal |
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The EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs Coysh's Girl, as a CUPID.
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 | The heir of Morocco, with the Death of Gayland |  |
The EPILOGUE, Spoken by Mrs Coysh's Girl, as a CUPID.
Ladies, the Poet knew no better way,Than to send me to prattle for his Play;
I am your Cupid, and you cannot sure
Drive such a small young Beggar from your Door:
Do you be but as kind as you are fair,
And by my Quiver, Bow and Darts, I swear,
The little Tiny God, whose help you want,
Shall hear your Prayers, and all your wishes grant:
The Country Lady shall come up to Town,
And shine in her old Coach, and her new Gown;
The City Wife shall leave her poor Tom Farthing,
And take a harmless Walk to Covent Garden;
Those very Eyes shall still look young and gay,
That Conquer'd on the Coronation-day;
But you, the brighter Beauties of the Court,
You who the World undo, but Stage support,
You shall subdue all Hearts, while I sit still;
I'll break my Bow, and leave your Eyes to kill;
Nay the Court-Star, your Beauties to advance,
Has left her Dazling Sphere to set in France.
FINIS.
| The heir of Morocco, with the Death of Gayland | |