Clarastella | ||
To the Lady Phanton.
Madam! you wear a feather in your head,Your face is all Mosaick, coloured
With shining unguents; next your linnen's white,
Your garments too are, as your carriage, light;
Your heel's are cork you walk on: I'l avow't,
That Madam! now y' are light from head to foot.
Clarastella | ||