Her love was sought, I do aver, By twenty beaux and more; The king himself has follow'd her— When she has walk'd before. But now, her wealth and finery fled, Her hangers-on cut short all; The doctors found, when she was dead— Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she liv'd a twelvemonth more— She had not died to-day. * * * * * EPIGRAM, ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING. Sure 'twas by Providence design'd, Rather in pity than in hate, That he should be, like Cupid, blind, To save him from Narcissus' fate. EPILOGUE TO "SHE STOOPS TO CONQUER." SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY, IN THE CHARACTER OF MISS HARDCASTLE. Well, having stoop'd to conquer with success, And gain'd a husband without aid from dress, Still, as a bar-maid, I could wish it too, As I have conquer'd him to conquer you: And let me say, for all your resolution, That pretty bar-maids have done execution. Our life is all a play, composed to please; "We have our exits and our entrances." The first act shows the simple country maid, Harmless and young, of everything afraid; Blushes when hired, and, with unmeaning action, "I hopes as how to give you satisfaction." Her second act displays a livelier scene,— The unblushing bar-maid of a country inn, Who whisks about the house, at market caters, Talks loud, coquets the guests, and scolds the waiters. Next the scene shifts to town, and there she soars, The chop-house toast of ogling _connoisseurs_: On 'squires and cits she there displays her arts, And on the gridiron broils her lovers' hearts; And, as she smiles, her triumphs to complete, E'en common-councilmen forget to eat. The fourth act shows her wedded to the 'squire, And madam now begins to hold it higher; Pretends to taste, at operas cries _caro!_ And quits her Nancy Dawson for Che Faro: Doats upon dancing, and, in all her pride, Swims round the room, the Heinelle of Cheapside; Ogles and leers with artificial skill, Till, having lost in age the power to kill, She sits all night at cards, and ogles at spadille. Such through our lives the eventful history— The fifth and last act still remains for me: The bar-maid now for your protection prays, Turns female barrister, and pleads for bays. EPILOGUE TO "THE GOOD-NATURED MAN." SPOKEN BY MRS. BULKLEY.