The Royal Mischief | ||
To Mrs. Manley.
By the Author of Agnes de Castro.
Th'attempt was brave, how happy your success,The Men with shame our Sex with Pride confess;
For us you've vanquisht, though the toyl was yours,
You were our Champion, and the Glory ours.
Well you've maintain'd our equal right in Fame,
To which vain Man had quite engrost the claim:
I knew my force too weak, and but assay'd
The Borders of their Empire to invade,
I incite a greater genius to my aid:
The War begun you generously pursu'd,
With double Arms you every way subdu'd;
Our Title clear'd, nor can a doubt remain,
Unless in which you'll greater Conquest gain,
The Comick, or the loftier Tragick strain.
The Men always o'ercome will quit the Field,
Where they have lost their hearts, the Lawrel yield.
The Royal Mischief | ||