But how may men the sight of beautie shunne,
In England, at this present dismal daye?
All voyde of veyles (like layes) where ladyes runne
And rome about at euerye feast and playe,
They wanderyng walke in euery streete and way:
With loftie luering lookes they bounsing braue,
The highest place in al men’s sight must haue.
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With pride they pranke to please the wandring eye,
With garishe grace they smyle, they iet, they iest: