And with thy wanton looks attracting to thee

The amorous spectators for to woo thee.

Thither thou com’st in several forms and shapes

To make thee still a stranger to the place,

And train new lovers, like young birds, to scrapes,

And by thy habit so to change thy face;

At this time plain, to-morrow all in lace:

Now in the richest colours to be had;

The next day all in mourning, black and sad. &c.

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