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Our simple Mothers (as old Authors write)
Guiltless of Pride, in Dress took no delight.
Skins round their Middles negligently ty'd,
Conceal'd what Nature prompted them to Hide:
Uncouthly daub'd with Paint, the rest was Bare,
And to their Feet reach'd down their length of Hair:
Guiltless of Pride, in Dress took no delight.
Skins round their Middles negligently ty'd,
Conceal'd what Nature prompted them to Hide:
Uncouthly daub'd with Paint, the rest was Bare,
And to their Feet reach'd down their length of Hair:
They ask'd no Pin Money, and us'd no Paste,
Nor suffer'd Torture for a slender Waste,
But learn'd betimes in Forests to persue
The flying Deer, and twang their Bows of Eugh;
Intent on Rural Sports, defy'd the Spleen,
Made homely Meals, and took no Drams between.
Nor suffer'd Torture for a slender Waste,
But learn'd betimes in Forests to persue
The flying Deer, and twang their Bows of Eugh;
Intent on Rural Sports, defy'd the Spleen,
Made homely Meals, and took no Drams between.
Such artless Nymphs, (as Chronicles will show)
Were here in Vogue Two Thousand Years ago,
Were here in Vogue Two Thousand Years ago,
Till
