A riband with a sentence in his hat.
The Virgins too, the fair one, and the Gypsie,
Spectatum veniunt, veniunt spectentur ut ipsæ.
And now the silk’n Dames throng in, good store,
And casting up their noses, to th’ pew dore
They come, croud in, for though the pew be full
They must and will have room, I, that they wull;
Streight that she sits not uppermost distast
One takes; ’Tis fine that I must be displac’d
By you, she cries then, Good Mistris Gill Flurt;