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Proud Gentlewomen
You Gentle-puppets of the proudest size,
That are like Horses, troubled with the Fashions,
Not caring how you do your selues disguise,
In sinfull shameles, Hels abhominations.
You whom the Deuill (Prides father) doth perswade
To paint your face, & mende the worke God made.
That are like Horses, troubled with the Fashions,
Not caring how you do your selues disguise,
In sinfull shameles, Hels abhominations.
You whom the Deuill (Prides father) doth perswade
To paint your face, & mende the worke God made.
You with the Hood, the Falling-band, and Ruffe,
The Moncky-wast, the breeching like a Beare:
The Perriwig, the Maske, the Fanne, the Muffe,
The Bodkin, and the Bussard in your heare:
You Veluet-cambricke-silken-feather'd toy,
That with your pride, do all the world annoy.
The Moncky-wast, the breeching like a Beare:
The Perriwig, the Maske, the Fanne, the Muffe,
The Bodkin, and the Bussard in your heare:
You Veluet-cambricke-silken-feather'd toy,
That with your pride, do all the world annoy.
Ile Stabbe yee.
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