New Epigrams, and a Satyre Written by Ios: Martyn |
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39. To Flaua of her yellow Band.
Flaua , (once pure & white) is now grown yellow,To shew her fruitfull Vice is ripe and mellow,
Ready to fall at euery blast of winde,
Yet is her wit still greene, she nought but rind.
Yet Flaua this excuse hath still at hand;
Most brain-sicke men doe weare a yellow band.
New Epigrams, and a Satyre | ||