Who hence may descant in their old Glossary’s,
What kinde of fardingale fair Helen wore,
How wings in fashion came, because wings bore
The Swan-transformed Leda to Jove’s lap,
Our Matrons hoping thence the same good hap;
The pent-house bever, and calves-chaudron ruff,
But of these frantick fashions now enough,
For now there shall no more of them be said,
Lest this my ware-house spoil the French-men’s trade.
And now as if I were that wollen-spinster,