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Of the strange dareing of yong gallants of these familiar times.
Epi. 115.
Vertumnus was a God the Romans seru'd,That gouernd Mindes & could all shapes assume;
Oh! if that Quality were yet reseru'd
For some audacious Lads that would presume:
What Ladies Locks, nay what Queenes Clossets shold
Be left vnlockt the Wags would be so bold!
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