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Epig. de Monsieur Maynard.
Old Fop, why should you take such painsTo Paint, and Perriwig it so?
My nobler Love alas! disdains
To stoop so infamously low.
Time that does mow the fairest Flowers,
Has made so very bold with yours,
You should expect to be deny'd:
The Footmen can no more endure you,
And, if no sport in Hell, assure you
You'll never more be Occupy'd.
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