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WHEN simple Macer, now of high renown,
with these, he ventur'd on the town,
So some coarse country wench, almost decay'd, Trudges to town, and first turns chambermaid: Awkward and supple each devoir to pay, She facters her good lady twice a day; Thought wond'rous honest, tho' of mean degree, And strangely lik'd for her simplicity: In a translated suit then tries the town, With borrow'd pins, and patches not her own ; But just endur'd the winter she began, And in four months a batter'd harridan. Now nothing's left; but wither’d, pale, and shrunk, To bawd for others, and go shares with punk.
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verse, and what he gets commeni',
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; le Macer, now of high renown,
a poet's fortune in the town; 1' ambition his great soul could feel
, J.:ockings, and to dine with Stek
. of verse his betters might afford, e harmless fellow a good word these, he ventur'd on the town, w'd play ourdid poor Crown 7 short, nor since has writ a city S:0 make the most of little;
"ebound trees, that just have got at once to bear and rot.
SYLVIA my heart in wondrous wise alarm’d,
pert than witty, more a wit than wise :
Men, some to bus’ness, some to pleasure take; But ev'ry woman's in her soul a rake. Frail, fev'rish sex! their fit now chills, now burns: Atheism and superstition rule by turns ; And the mere heathen in her carnal part Is still a sad good Christian in her heart."
ühis fees, but fools his friends
, and patches not her own;
• Printed in the Characters of Women,
onths a batter'd harridan.
iers, and go shares with punk.
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THOUGH ARTEMISIA talks, by fits,
Reads Malbranche, Boyle, and Locke :
And wear a cleaner smock.
Haughty and huge as High Dutch bride ;
Are oddly join'd by fate :
That lies and stinks in state.
All white and black beside :
And masculine her stride.
So have I seen, in black and white,
All Mutter, pride, and talk.
Obscure by birth, renown’d by crimes,
At length she turns a bride :
And Autters in her pride.
in black and white,
a magpie hight, ak;
So have I known those insects fair,
Still vary shapes and dies;
Then painted butterflies.
s ue, and wags the tail, , and talk.
TO LADY WINCHELSEA.
OCCASIONED BY FOUR SATIRICAL VERSES ON WOMEN WITS,
IN THE RAPE OF THE LOCK,
IN vain you boast poetic names of yore,
A BISHOP by his neighbours hated