The Virgin Prophetess : or, The Fate of Troy | ||
EPILOGUE.
Ladies , to hold you long in Smoak and Fire,An Epilogue would but your Patience tire.
But tho' our burning Troy in Ashes lyes;
If you but smile, you'll make the Phenix rise.
Let our Endeavours your kind Graces win:
Amphion-like, you'll raise new Walls again.
FINIS.
The Virgin Prophetess : or, The Fate of Troy | ||