Classic Poem

Right famous Bards in verses fine
vine
& old maids like young angels shine
With other follys
Sure such gives liscence unto mine
To sing of Dollys.

There fore ye things of flesh & blood
Where paint & patches like a hood
Fill up the chinks of times rude flood
Go herd with follys
I sing of charms in wax & wood
Ycliped Miss Dollys.