 | The Slighted Maid |  |
THE EPILOGUE Spoke by The SLIGHTED MAID.
Slighted , you know, I was; but, Gentlemen,Resembling you in Shape and Courage, then
I look'd upon it with an angry brow:
'Twould grieve me, if I should be slighted now.
But though our Sex the proud Italians scorn,
Th'English are Civil, you are Courtiers born,
And she's curst in her Cradle, that promotes
Her Sute to you, and is deni'd your Votes.
Behold your Candidate before you stands:
Your Semele sees Thunder in your hands,
Let's hear it: Claps that would make some afraid,
VVill make the Slighted the Exalted Maid.
| The Slighted Maid | |