Classic Poem

Of Gellia.

The world finds fault with Gellia , for she loues
A skip-iack fidler, I hold her excus'd,
For louing him, sith she her selfe so proues:
What, she a fidler? tut she is abus'd?
No in good faith; what fidle hath she vs'd?
The Viole Digambo is her best content,
For twixt her legs she holds her instrument.