Upon a Cheap Laundresse: Epigram

Feacie (some say) doth wash her clothes i'th'Lie
That sharply trickles from her either eye.
The Laundresses, They envie her good-luck,
Who can with so small charges drive the buck.
What needs she fire and ashes to consume,
Who can scoure Linnens with her own salt reeume?
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