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103. Her Endowments.
My Mistress must be spic'd with pride,And not corrupt with filthy scorn;
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Yet not too much for fear o'th' horn.
She must not be as others are,
Either too foolish or too wise:
She must be neat, but not too fair,
Lest her bright luster blind my eyes.
I care not for rich cloaths or coin:
'Tis feigned love that sues for stock,
But where I fix this love of mine,
I'le love my Mistress in her smock.
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