As my parts to regard, or my presence to mind;
Nay, I scarce have a sight of any one face,
But those of old Oxford, and ugly Arglas.
III.
These sorrowful matrons, with hearts full of truth,
Repent for the manifold sins of their youth;
The rest with their tattle my harmony spoil;
And Bur—ton, An—say, K—gston, and B—le,
Their minds entertain,