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E P I L O G U E

         To The

   L A D I E S.

WITH Joy we ſee this Circle of the Fair,
Since the late Trial of the Tuneful Pair :
Your Country's Friends,you love the Native Strains
Of Muſick here, where England's Genius reigns.
In other Walls tho' Harmony be found,
You know 'tis foreign, and diſdain the Sound:
who haunt New Conſorts, Faction wou'd create,
And are Diſſenters in Apollo's State:
They ſhun our Stages, where he keeps his Court,
And to ſome gloomy Meeting houſe Reſort:
While you with Duty own his rightful Cauſe,
And guard this Place, Eſtabliſh'd by his Laws.
But now your Charms a Nobler Task purſue,
And Spain a Revolution waits from you:
That blooming Hero, you at Court admir'd,
In Arms muſt Triumph, by your Praiſes fir'd:
Succeſs is yours, and Victory inclines
Still to that Side, on which your Favour ſhines:
Mars will himſelf conduct our future Wars,
When ev'ry Venus for this Prince declares ;
When freely ſerving this well-weigh'd Deſign,
Our Nation's Treaſure and its Beauty join.
Yet, when this happy Scheme, by Wiſdom wrought,
Is by his Valour to Perfection brought;
And his glad Subjects ſhall their King receive,
Grac'd with a Crown, which Anne alone cou'd give;
Reflecting then what Wonders he had ſeen,
The Court, theſe Beauties, and our Glorious Queen;
That warm Idea he muſt ſtill retain :
And think, tho' Seated on the Throne of Spain,
Tho' with the Treaſure of both Indies Crown'd,
He left a brighter Empire than he found.

                         F I N I S.

Printed for J. Tonſon,1704.