The plays & poems of Robert Greene Edited with introductions and notes by J. Churton Collins |
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The plays & poems of Robert Greene | ||
I
VERSES AGAINST THE GENTLEWOMEN OF SICILLIA.
Since Ladie milde (too base in aray) hath liude as an exile,
None of account but stout: if plaine? state slut not a courtresse
Dames nowadayes? fie none: if not new guised in all points
Fancies fine, sawst with conceits, quick wits verie wilie.
Words of a Saint, but deedes gesse how, fainde faith to deceiue men.
Courtsies coy, no vale but a vaunt trickt vp like a Tuscan.
Paced in print, braue loftie lookes, not vsde with the vestals.
In hearts too glorious, not a glaunce but fit for an Empresse.
As mindes most valorous, so strange in aray: mary stately.
Vp fro the wast like a man, new guise to be casde in a dublet.
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Some close breetcht to the crotch for cold, tush; peace, tis a shame Syr,
Haires by birth as blacke as Iet, what? art can amend them.
A perywig frounst fast to the frunt, or curld with a bodkin.
Hats from Fraunce thicke pearld for pride, and plumde like a peacocke.
Ruffes of a syse, stiffe starcht to the necke, of Lawne; mary lawlesse.
Gownes of silke, why those be too bad side, wide with a witnesse.
Small and gent I' the wast, but backs as broade as a Burgesse.
Needelesse noughts, as crisps, and scarphes worne à la Morisco.
Fumde with sweetes, as sweete as chast, no want but abundance.
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