Spoken by Mrs.Barry.
I'veheard wise men in politicks lay down}What feats by little England might be done,}Were all agreed, and all would act as one.}Ye wives a useful hint from this might take,}The heavy, old, despotick kingdom shake,}And make your matrimonialMonsieursquake.}Our heads are feeble, and we're cramp'd by laws;Our hands are weak, and not too strong our cause:Yet would those heads and hands, such as they are,}In firm confed'racy resolve on war,}You'd find your tyrants——what I've found my dear.}What only two united can produceYou've seen to-night, a sample for your use:Single, we found we nothing could obtain;We join our force—and we subdu'd our men.Believe me (my dear sex) they are not brave;Try each your man, you'll quickly find your slave.I know they'll make campaigns, risk blood and life;}But this is a more terrifying strife;}They'll stand a shot, who'll tremble at a wife.}Beat then your drums, and your shrill trumpets sound,}Let all your visits of your feats resound:}And deeds of war in cups of tea go round:}The stars are with you, fate is in your hand,}In twelve months time you've vanquish'd half the land;}Be wise, and keep 'em under good command.}This year will to your glory long be known,And deathless ballads hand your triumphs down;Your late atchievements ever will remain,}For tho' you cannot boast of many slain,}Your pris'ners shew, you've made a brave campaign.}
I'veheard wise men in politicks lay down}What feats by little England might be done,}Were all agreed, and all would act as one.}Ye wives a useful hint from this might take,}The heavy, old, despotick kingdom shake,}And make your matrimonialMonsieursquake.}Our heads are feeble, and we're cramp'd by laws;Our hands are weak, and not too strong our cause:Yet would those heads and hands, such as they are,}In firm confed'racy resolve on war,}You'd find your tyrants——what I've found my dear.}What only two united can produceYou've seen to-night, a sample for your use:Single, we found we nothing could obtain;We join our force—and we subdu'd our men.Believe me (my dear sex) they are not brave;Try each your man, you'll quickly find your slave.I know they'll make campaigns, risk blood and life;}But this is a more terrifying strife;}They'll stand a shot, who'll tremble at a wife.}Beat then your drums, and your shrill trumpets sound,}Let all your visits of your feats resound:}And deeds of war in cups of tea go round:}The stars are with you, fate is in your hand,}In twelve months time you've vanquish'd half the land;}Be wise, and keep 'em under good command.}This year will to your glory long be known,And deathless ballads hand your triumphs down;Your late atchievements ever will remain,}For tho' you cannot boast of many slain,}Your pris'ners shew, you've made a brave campaign.}