Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | ||
To Ostella upon her saying she wonder'd how one S. B. got into preferment, and not I.
He is not worth your Wonder, what in Placehe is? Plusht to the Ears, dawb'd o're with Lace.
His fingers some superfluous Diamonds wear,
at which the Drawers and the Fidlers Stare.
His Ladies Chamber Maids perhaps do take
upon them much his Love for his Stones sake.
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let him be damn'd, he's one of Fortunes Pimps.
Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd | ||