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Epig. III.

By chance I met a thing vpon the way,
Which came from France at first as men did say:


It feign'd big lookes, yet had a womans face;
It stalkt it too, but with a womans pace;
And with a womans voyce it squeakt out oathes;
Had womans lockes and lookes, and womans cloathes,
Hat band and bodies, periwig of heare,
Excepting bootes and spurres, all womens weare.
Wondring I askt what 'twas: one, that did eye it.
Said sir, a gallant, or the cloathes belie it.
Musing, that womans weare should make a man,
To question with this gallant I began:
But faith I found him, both in act and speech
Woman in euery part, excepting breech.