Nay further I'le tell ye the case it is thus,
That all is not sav'd which is put in the Purse;
A Shopkeepers Lady she utters much Ware
When drest in her Top Knots, with Powdered Hair.
What Man would not have his Wife richly Array'd
When as he well knows it enlarges his Trade;
Come, come, I must tell ye, 'tis fit we should wear
Rich Towers and Top Knots, with Powdered Hair.
Sometimes when our Husbands are out of the way,
Pray tell me what huffing young Gallants will stay,