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E P I L O G U E.
IVhcn a hijk Frenchman's JVife is giv'n to prancing.
It never fpoils his Singing or his Dancing :
Madame, youfalfe — de tout mon Cceur — Jdieu ;
Begar ynu Cocu me,:I Cocu you. — .
He, toujour s gai, Sfpels each jealous Vapour,
Takes Snuff, Jings Vive i' amour, and cuts a Caper.
jfs for John Bull — not he in upper Life,
But the plain Englijhman, zvho loves his Wife j
When honefi John, I fay, has got his doubts.
He fullen grows, fcratches his head, and pouts.
What is the Matter with you. Love ? Cries She-,
Arg you not well, my Deareft ? Humph I Cries He :
You're fuch a Brute !— But, Mr. Bull, IVe done :
jind if I am a Brute — Who made me one P
You know my tendernefs — My heart's too full —
And Jo'' s my head — / thank you, Mrs. Bull.
O you bafe Man ! — Zounds, Madam, there's no bearing,.
She falls a weeping, and he falls a fxvearing :
With Tears and Oaths, the Storm domejiick ends^ '
The Thunder dies away, the Rain defends.
She fobs, he melts, and then they kifs and Friends
Whatever eaj'e ihefe modern Modes may bring,
A little Jcaloufy is no bad thing :
To me, who fpeak from Nature unrefined,
fealozfy is the Bellows of the Mind.
Touch it hut gently, and it warms deftr>\
If handled roughly, you are all on Fire !
If it fands fill, JffeSlion muji expire !
This Truth, no true Philofopher can doubt.
Whateer you do — let not the Flame go out.
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