But to discrive them right surpasses
The art of nine Parnassus Lasses.
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Their head, their neck, their leggs and thighs:
Are influenced by the skies,
Without a clout to interrupt them
They need not strip them when they whip them;
Nor loose their doublet, when they’re hang’d
If they be miss’d, its sure they’re wrong’d.
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