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Whilst the fair Daughters to this genial Play- [?]ell serve their country in a gentler way; doom'd as humble spinster to grow old all spin your envy'd fleeces into Gold - wedded shall with Hymen's magic chain [?]m foreign M'mes our Artisans restrain. [?]m foreign dimes recall the wandering Far [?]th hearts of Oak supply the waste of war, [?]d with sons sons enrich over future store [?]ll time and this great Empire be no more. [?]ll rings)

[?]t lo the laughing muse comes trimming on [?]d by her heralds warns me to be gone, thence be this great moral understood [?]at private virtue leads to Public good