A Fairy skipd upon my knee

A fairy [leapt] skipd upon my knee
Singing and dancing merrily
I said Thou thing of patches rings
Pins Necklaces and such like things
Disguiser of the Female Form
Thou paltry gilded poisnous worm
Weeping he fell upon my thigh
And thus in tears did soft reply
Knowest thou not O Fairies Lord
How much by us Contemnd Abhorrd
Whatever hides the Female form
That cannot bear the Mental storm
Therefore in Pity still we give
Our lives to make the Female live
And what would turn into disease
We turn to what will joy and please.
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