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what monstrous rags are here! what a cloth is consumed for covering of but one pair of buttocks! I leave it to the judgment of any ten tailors in town, if thirty pair of men's breeches may not be cut from a little above the easing of Bessy's bum; and this makes her a motherly woman, as stately a fabric as ever strade to market or mill. But when she's married she turns a madam, her mistress did not work much and why should she? Her mother ay said she would be a lady, but could never tell where he lands lay; but when money's spent, credit broken, and conduct out of keeping, a wheen babling bubly bairns crying piece minny, porich minny, the witless waster is at her wit's end: work now, or want, and do not say that the world has war'd you; but lofty noddle, your giddy-headed mother las led you astray, learning you to be a lady before you was fit to be a servant lass, by teaching you laziness instead of hard labour, by giving you such a high conceit of yourself, that no body thinks any thing of you now, and you may judge yourself to be one of those that wise people call little-worth. But, after all, my dear dirty face, when you begin the world a rain, be perfectly rich, before you be gentle; work hard for what you gain, and you'll ken better
