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Epilogue to the Ladies,
spoke by Mr. Wilks at the Musick-Meeting in Drury-Lane, where the English Woman sings. Written by Mr. Manwaring upon the occasion of their both singing before the Queen, and K. of Spain at Windsor.
With Joy we see this Circle of the Fair,
Since the late Trial of the tuneful Pair;
Your Country's Friends, you love the Native Strains
Of Musick here, where England's Genius reigns.
In other Walls tho Harmony be found,
You know it's foreign, and disdain the Sound.
Who haunt new Consorts, Faction would create,
And are Dissenters in Apollo's State:
They shun our Stages where he keeps his Court,
And to some gloomy Meeting-house resort.
While you with Duty own his rightful Cause,
And guard this Place establish'd by his Laws.
Since the late Trial of the tuneful Pair;
Your Country's Friends, you love the Native Strains
Of Musick here, where England's Genius reigns.
In other Walls tho Harmony be found,
You know it's foreign, and disdain the Sound.
Who haunt new Consorts, Faction would create,
And are Dissenters in Apollo's State:
They shun our Stages where he keeps his Court,
And to some gloomy Meeting-house resort.
While you with Duty own his rightful Cause,
And guard this Place establish'd by his Laws.
But now your Charms a nobler Task pursue,
And Spain a Revolution waits from You;
That blooming Hero you at Courts admir'd,
In Arms must triumph, by your Praises fir'd:
Success is Yours, and Victory inclines
Still to that side on which your Favour shines.
Mars will himself conduct our future Wars,
When every Venus for this Prince declares;
When freely serving this well-weigh'd Design,
Our Nation's Treasure and its Beauty join.
Yet when this happy Scheme by Wisdom wrought,
Is by his Valour to Perfection brought;
And his glad Subjects shall their King receive,
Grac'd with a Crown which Anne alone could give;
Reflecting then what Wonders he had seen,
The Court, these Beauties, and our glorious Queen;
That warm Idea he shall still retain,
And think, tho seated on the Throne of Spain,
Tho with the Treasure of both Indies crown'd,
He left a brighter Empire than he found.
And Spain a Revolution waits from You;
That blooming Hero you at Courts admir'd,
In Arms must triumph, by your Praises fir'd:
Success is Yours, and Victory inclines
Still to that side on which your Favour shines.
Mars will himself conduct our future Wars,
When every Venus for this Prince declares;
When freely serving this well-weigh'd Design,
Our Nation's Treasure and its Beauty join.
Yet when this happy Scheme by Wisdom wrought,
Is by his Valour to Perfection brought;
And his glad Subjects shall their King receive,
Grac'd with a Crown which Anne alone could give;
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The Court, these Beauties, and our glorious Queen;
That warm Idea he shall still retain,
And think, tho seated on the Throne of Spain,
Tho with the Treasure of both Indies crown'd,
He left a brighter Empire than he found.
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