A Gentle ECHO on WOMAN. In the Dorick Manner. Shepherd, ECHO, I ween, will in the woods reply, And quaintly answer questions: shall I try? Shepherd, Echo, Try. What must we do our paffion to express ? Shepherd, Echo, Prefs. How fhall I please her who ne'er lov'd before? Shepherd, Echo, Before. What most moves women, when we them addrefs? Shepherd, Echo, Adrefs. Say, what can keep her chafte, whom I adore? Echo, A door. Shepherd, If mufick foftens rocks, love tunes my lyre. Shepherd, Echo, Lyar. Then teach me, echo, how fhall I come by her? Echo, Buy her. Shepherd, Shepherd, When bought, no queftion, I fhall be her dear? Shepherd, Echo, Her deer. But deer have horns; how muft I keep her under? Shepherd, Echo, Keep her under. How shall I hold her ne'er to part afunder ? Shepherd, Echo, A--fe under. But what can glad me, when she's laid on bier? Echo, Beer. Shepherd, What must I do, when woman will be kind? Echo, Be kind. Shepherd, What muft I do, when woman will be cross? Echo, Be cross. Shepherd, Lord! what is fhe that can fo turn and wind? Echo, Wind. Shepherd, If fhe be wind, what ftills her when the blows? Shepherd, Echo, Blows. But, if the bang again, ftill fhou'd I bang her? Echo, Bang ber. Shepherd, Shepherd, Is there no way to moderate her anger? Shepherd, Echo, Hang her. Thanks, gentle echo? right thy answers tell, What woman is, and how to guard her well. Echo, Guard her well. EPILOGUE to a PLAY. For the benefit of the Weavers in Ireland. WH 1721. HO dares affirm this is no pious age, When charity begins to tread the stage ? b When actors, who at best are hardly favers, They learnt it not at fermons or at pray❜rs. Dr. William King, archbishop of Dublin. Under Under the rofe, fince here are none but friends, To own the truth, we have fome private ends: Since waiting-women, like exacting jades, Hold up the prices of their old brocades, We'll dress in manufactures made at home, Equip our kings and gen'rals at the Comb: We'll rig in Meath-street Egypt's haughty queen And Anthony fhall court her in ratteen. In short our kings and princeffes within. Oh! cou'd I fee this audience clad in stuff, Though money's fcarce, we should have trade enough: But chints, brocades, and lace take all away, And scarce a crown is left to fee a play. Aftreet in Dublin famous for woollen manufactures. Perhaps Perhaps you wonder whence this friendship fprings Between the weavers, and us play-house kings: But wit and weaving had the fame beginning, For forry stuff can get a crown a page; EPITAPH on a MISER. BENEATH this verdant hillock lies His heirs, that he might safely reft, To |