 | The Empress of Morocco |  |
PROLOGUE.
As when some dogrel-monger raisesUp Muse, to flatter Doxies praises,
He talks of Gems and Paradises,
Perfumes and Arabian Spices:
Making up Phantastick Posies
Of Eye-lids, Fore-heads, Cheeks and Noses,
Calling them Lillies, Pinks and Roses.
Teeth Orient Pearl, and Coral Lips are,
Neck's Alablaster and Marble Hips are;
Prating of Diamonds, Saphyrs, Rubies,
What a Pudder's with these Boobies?
Dim Eyes are Stars, and Red hairs Guinnies:
And thus described by these Ninnies,
As they sit scribling on Ale-Benches,
Are homely dowdy Country Wenches.
So when this Plot quite purg'd of Ale is,
In naked truth but a plain Tale is;
And in such dress we mean to shew it,
In spight of our damn'd Fustian Poet,
Who has disguis'd it with dull Hist'ri's,
Worse than his Brethren e're did Mistress.
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