Our author, whom entreaties cannot move, + 

Spite of the dear coquetry that you love, + 

Swears he’ll not frustrate (so he plainly means) + 

By a loose Epilogue, his decent scenes. + 

Is it not, sirs, hard fate I meet today, + 

To keep me rigid still beyond the play? + 

And yet I’m saved a world of pains that way. + 

I now can look, I now can move at ease, + 

Nor need I torture these poor limbs to please; + 

Nor with the hand or foot attempt surprise, + 

Nor wrest my features, nor fatigue my eyes: + 

Bless me! what freakish gambols have I played! + 

What motions tried, and wanton looks betrayed! + 

Out of pure kindness all! to overrule + 

The threatened hiss, and screen some scribbling fool. + 

With more respect I’m entertained tonight: + 

Our author thinks I can with ease delight. + 

My artless looks while modest graces arm, + 

He says, I need but to appear, and charm. + 

A wife so formed, by these examples bred, + 

Pours joy and gladness round the marriage bed; + 

Soft source of comfort, kind relief from care, + 

And ’tis her least perfection to be fair. + 

The nymph with Indiana’s worth who vies, + 

A nation will behold with Bevil’s eyes. + 