With cambric sleeves rich Point to joyn
(For she despises Colbertine);
Twelve more for night, all Flanders lac'd,
Or else she'll think herself disgrac'd.
The same her night gown must adorn,
With two Point waistcoats for the morn;
Of pocket mouchoirs, nose to drain,
A dozen laced, a dozen plain;
Three night gowns of rich Indian stuff;
Four cushion-cloths are scarce enough