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On Mistress Willis
Against the Charms our Ballox have
How weak all human skill is
Since they can make a Man a slave
To such a Bitch as Willis.
How weak all human skill is
Since they can make a Man a slave
To such a Bitch as Willis.
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Whom that I may describe throughout
Assist me Bawdy Powers
I'le write upon a double Clowt
And dipp my Pen in Flowers.
Assist me Bawdy Powers
I'le write upon a double Clowt
And dipp my Pen in Flowers.
Her looks demurely Impudent
Ungainly Beautifull
Her modesty is
insolent
Her witt both pert and dull.
Ungainly Beautifull
Her modesty is

Her witt both pert and dull.
A Prostitute to all the Town
And yet with no man Freinds
She rails and scolds when she lyes down
And Curses when she Spends.
And yet with no man Freinds
She rails and scolds when she lyes down
And Curses when she Spends.
Bawdy in thoughts, precise in Words,
Ill natur'd though a Whore,
Her Belly is a Bagg of Turds,
And her Cunt a Common shore.
Ill natur'd though a Whore,
Her Belly is a Bagg of Turds,
And her Cunt a Common shore.
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