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FAB. XLVII. The Jay and Peacock.
The Jay woud for a gawdy Peacock pass,And with their borowed plumes her tayle dos grace
But when from thence each had his feathers torne,
By her own Birds she is receiv'd with scorne.
Morall
Tis the gay Dress that makes the Lover doat,Not the fine Soule, but the fine Petticoat.
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