He died well,
He’s sav’d from hell;
And so farwel
Tom Jonce.
TO THE
LADYES OF THE NEW DRESSE,
THAT WEARE THEIR GORGETS AND RAYLES DOWNE TO THEIR WASTES.
Ladyes, that weare black cipress-vailes
Turn’d lately to white linnen-rayles,
And to your girdle weare your bands,
And shew your armes instead of hands;