To Novella, on Her Saying Deridingly, that a Lady of Great Merit, and Fine Address, Was Bred in the Old Way. An Epigram

You cry, She's bred in the Old Way ;
Then into Laughter fall:
Were she as just to you, she'd say,
You are not bred at all.
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