The lover's luck a comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Dilke.

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The lover's luck a comedy as it is acted at the theatre in Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields by His Majesty's servants / written by Mr. Dilke.
Author
Dilke, Mr. (Thomas), d. ca. 1698.
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London :: Printed for Henry Playford and Benj. Tooke,
1696.
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Page 48

EPILOGUE: Spoke by Miss Howard, in Pages Habit.

I Find I'm forward in my Tender ge, And shew the Early Manhood of a Page. I dare already for a Mistress Tilt, Bully a Bawd, and Kick a Bant'ring Jilt; Can cheat at Cards, Slur, Strike, or Palm Dye, Break Windows too, with Mid-night Gallantry. Thus being qualify'd, I need not fear, To go abroad a Taring Volunteer, And be a Captain by another Year. Ladies, look to't, by that time I come back, I shall have learnt to Manage an Attack; I'll Court you then in Military Strain, And, by my Dint of Conduct, Conquest gain: But e'er I bid adieu, Faith I've a mind To leave you some good Wishes here behind. May Virgin ne'er her first Desires baulk, So fall to feeding upon Coals or Chaulk. May never Wife any Occasion miss, To wipe her Lips of Husband's nauseous Kiss. May no Rich Widow e'er her Kindness smother, Or spare to pay the Pains of Younger Brother. May none of either Sex, e'er fail to find, A Lover constant, or a Mistress kind.
FINIS.
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