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Baulk'd, as I am, my heart's best hope miscarry'd,
Try'd, cast, and sentenc'd, to be hang'd — that's marry'd!
E'er I'm turn'd off — I think it but my duty ,
To warn , in my last speech , fast-falling beauty .
First, Maidens , — Let my sad example teach ye,
To put no trust in Man , till he can't reach ye;
For, if you strive, too near , his strength's so mighty ,
That down you come at once — and then, good night t'ye:

N EXT , O ye W IVES , trust not in beauty's merit ,
But, to your body's influence, add your spirit :
With your eye's light'ning , mix a tongue, that thunders ;
Believe me, love , so double-arm'd , works wonders .
Yet, if nor charms , nor eloquence can save ye,
But your good man will break the faith, he gave ye,
Be you before hand with him — that reproving
Will make him owne — there's guilt in too light loving .

As for you, W IDOWS , — you're too wise , for teaching,
But suff'ring malefactors must be preaching :
So, take one word of counsel in your calling ,
Though you're too brave , I know, to fear a falling ,
From your old yoke set free — admit no new one,
Unless, with some, poor, brisk, young, kind, and true one:
The conscious youth , long mindful of your favour ,
Will make up all defects — with good behaviour :
Loth, that his wants , his gratitude shou'd smother ,
What he can't give you one way , he'll give another .

A ND now, good people, what I've more to say t'ye,
Should be a doleful tune , and sigh , and pray t'ye:
But — doleful tunes of late, are grown so common ,
They move more sorrow , than a dying woman :
And sighs, and pray'rs, are best , when made in private ,
As you all know — who have good ends, to drive at.

What shall I do then? — shall I hang and tarry ,
Or bold, in saving faith , go on — and marry .
'Tis both ways, bad — But I've at once bethought me,
Of a sweet lesson , dear revenge , has taught me:
I'll stay, and see Sir Harry in his fetters ,
Nor be so rude to SWING , before my betters:
Pass but his honey-moon of sunshine weather,
And he, and I, may then , go hang together .
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