A nursery of novelties in Variety of Poetry Planted for the delightful leisures of Nobility and Ingenuity. Composed by Tho. Jordan |
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Epilogue.
And how d'ye like her, come what is't ye drive at,
She's the same thing in publick as in private;
As far from being what you call a Whore,
As Desdemona injur'd by the Moor?
Then he that censures her in such a case
Hath a soul blacker then Othello's face:
She's the same thing in publick as in private;
As far from being what you call a Whore,
As Desdemona injur'd by the Moor?
Then he that censures her in such a case
Hath a soul blacker then Othello's face:
But Ladies what think you, for if you tax
Her freedom with dishonour to your Sex,
Her freedom with dishonour to your Sex,
She means to act no more, and this shall be
No other Play but her own Tragedy;
She will submit to none but your commands,
And take Commission onely from your hands.
No other Play but her own Tragedy;
She will submit to none but your commands,
And take Commission onely from your hands.
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