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PROLOGUE.
Plays without Scene, Machin, or Dance, to hit,Must make up the defect of shew, with Wit.
As sometimes course Girle takes in homely Gown
Whose Beauty, though 'tis little, is her own,
Before a gaudy Flutterer of the Town.
So 'tis with Plays; and though a Gaudy sight,
Song, Dance, and Shew, more briskly, move delight;
And there th'advantage get o're plain drest sense;
Yet Wit and Object have this difference.
As poor raw Girls express in their Loves Arms,
With untaught Kindness, their unpractis'd Charms,
Whilst a Town-Mistriss, with a much more gay
And lively aire, does th'amourous Wanton play;
Yet they in this perfection get the start:
Their Excellence is Nature, hers but Art.
Yet still 'tis Object has a pow'r most strong:
Nature 'tis true delights you, but not long.
'Tis fine Plays draw an everlasting throng.
So with plain Girls one Night or two you'l sleep:
But a gay Mistris for whole years you'l keep.
Yet though your kindness lyes another way;
Our modest Authour humbly begs he may
Crowd in this Entertainment: for one Night
Divert, though not content your Appetite.
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