Clarastella Together with Poems occasional, Elegies, Epigrams, Satyrs. By Robert Heath |
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On the Ladie Seem-pol.
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On the Ladie Seem-pol.
Drest like her self, her feat discourse is drawnLatinify'd in fine spun Cobweb lawn;
Each flatuous word swels with verbositie,
And speaks how skild she is in Sophistrie:
How wise your babes would be, if they, so young,
Should learne from you to speak their mother tongue?
Nay she learn'd Aristotle; dares confute
Or, with Bengeli, of the Stars dispute?
Far above humane, much more, womans reach
Or laugh at him that did oth' Sunday preach:
Thus at her tongue most rarely good is she:
She's at her tail as good, or fame doth lie.
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