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To Novella,
on her saying deridingly, that a Lady of great Merit, and fine Address, was bred in the Old Way.
An EPIGRAM.
You cry, She's bred in the Old Way;Then into Laughter fall:
Were she as just to you, she'd say,
You are not bred at all.
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