Jeare your Benefactress, that's but Just
And I can Bear't, But why noe woman must
An Artist be in Painting, cause you see
I'me none, make the whole Sex Suffer for me,
It made me Doget Martialls Bitch to Read
Besids I Find his Baudy steps you Tread
Fellow, and Batchelor; it must be soe
Hide your Six't line, sure't speakes more than you know
The Holbin Coppier yields, lett's pencills fall
Scearce knows her Poet from's originall
Three for our selves, and six for friends Beside
Nine ways att once, what sir your muse squint Eyd
Ile close them upp then, For the view I feare
May prove Catching, I wish you'd doe soe there
Just what I thought, Oxford I knew before
How ere take Jeare for Jeare from
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