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Bovy’s a Beauty, if some few agree
To call him so, the rest to that Degree
Affected are, that with their Ears they see.
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Where I was visiting the other Night,
Comes a fine Lady with her humble Knight,
Who had prevail’d with her, thro’ her own Skill,
As his Request, tho’ much against his Will,
To come to London—
As the Coach stopt, I heard her Voice, more loud
Than a great bellied Woman’s in a Crowd;
Telling the Knight that her Affairs require
He, for some Hours, obsequiously retire.
I think she was asham’d he shou’d be seen,
Hard Fate of Husbands! the Gallant has been,
Tho’ a diseas’d, ill-favour’d Fool, brought in.
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