The Epilogue in the Island Princess Set by Mr. Clarke Sung by M rs▪ Lindsey and the Boy, and exactly engraved by Tho Cross.  
Now to you ye dry Wovers old Beaus and no doers so Doughty so Gouty so Useless and Toothless your Blindness cold kindness has nothing of Man still Doting or Glouting still Stumbling or Fumbling still Hawking still Baulking you flash in the Pan unfit like old Brooms for sweeping our Rooms your sunk and your shrunk then repent or look to't in vain your so upish in vain your so upish your down every foot.  

For the Flute.