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To a Lady Majoress. / WHen I behold your head and limbs all shaking / Much like a Custard newly come from baking, / Your Velvet hood on tipto rais’d upright / As if your Hinch boy challenge would to fight. / Your pretty mouth, like Oyster gaping wide, / As if it did expect ere long the tyde; / Your Chin like Aple, both so red and shrivel’d, / So scalded by a hot rhume hourly drivel’d.
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To
a
Lady
Majoress.
/
WHen
I
behold
your
head
and
limbs
all
shaking
/
Much
like
a
Custard
newly
come
from
baking,
/
Your
Velvet
hood
on
tipto
rais’d
upright
/
As
if
your
Hinch
boy
challenge
would
to
fight.
/
Your
pretty
mouth,
like
Oyster
gaping
wide,
/
As
if
it
did
expect
ere
long
the
tyde;
/
Your
Chin
like
Aple,
both
so
red
and
shrivel’d,
/
So
scalded
by
a
hot
rhume
hourly
drivel’d.