Prologue

Least any here shou'd blame our Author's toil, For stroling with her Boat a Hundred Mile. By me to such, She does this Reason give, Seeing how many Men by Ventures live. She straight embark'd, and hoisted Sail to try, What pure good Nature in these Bottoms lye. Beside, she hop'd, she might divert you too, By adding to your Pleasures something new. The Vertue of these Baths had ne're been known, If or'e these Hills, no Man had ventur'd down. Here Doctors Venturing, come in hopes of Fees, And Patients Venture, on their Skill for Ease, For Wealth, the Merchant Ventures on the Seas. The Lawyer Ventures upon any Cause, And Venturing Client's begger'd by the Laws. The Lover Ventures, to Address the Fair, With broken Speeches, and dejected Air, She runs a Venture, who relieves his care. The Gamester Ventures, to improve his Store, And having lost, he Ventures on for more. The London Punk, in Garret shut all Day, At Night, with last half Crown she Ventures to the Play. The Amorous Cully, meeting with the Miss, Ventures at Water-Gruel for a Kiss. Since every Man, Adventures in his way, Hither our Author ventur'd with her Play. And hopes her Profits will her Charge defray, If that bright Circle Ventures to adorn her Day.