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EPILOGUE, by a Woman.
We charg'd you boldly in our first Advance,
And gave the Onset A la mode de France,
As each had been a Scene of Orleance.
And gave the Onset A la mode de France,
As each had been a Scene of Orleance.
Like them our Heat as soon abated too;
Alas, we could not vanquish with a show,
Much more then that goes to the conquering you.
Alas, we could not vanquish with a show,
Much more then that goes to the conquering you.
The trial though, will recompence the pain,
It having wsely taught us how to reign:
'Tis Beauty only can our Power maintain.
It having wsely taught us how to reign:
'Tis Beauty only can our Power maintain.
But yet as tributary Kings we own,
It is by you that we possess that Throne,
Where had we Victors been, w'ad reign'd alone.
It is by you that we possess that Throne,
Where had we Victors been, w'ad reign'd alone.
And we have promis'd what we could not do,
A fault, methinks, might be forgiven too,
Since 'tis but what we learnt of some of you.
A fault, methinks, might be forgiven too,
Since 'tis but what we learnt of some of you.
But we are upon equal treatment yet,
For neither Conquer, since we both submit;
You, to our Beauty, bow; We, to your Wit.
For neither Conquer, since we both submit;
You, to our Beauty, bow; We, to your Wit.
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