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But e'er my ſelf to ſuch a Pitch I rate,
Let my good Acting firſt deſerve that Fate:               
A Phoenix once you had, That each allows,[Sighing,
Think from Her Aſhes I, I Only roſe ;                 
Like Her no Pains I'll ſpare, like Her to laſt,
And pleaſe in various Ways your various Taſt;
Believe me, Promiſing, tho'Young and Wild
And for the Mother's Worth ſupport the Child.

Printed for BERNARD LINTOTT at the Middle-Tempte Gate
                        in Fleetſtreet. 1705.

                                 Price 2d.