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Ince now the world’s turn’d upside down,

and all things chang'd in nature;

As if a doubt was newly grown,

we had the same Creator:

Of ancient modes and former ways,

I'll teach you, Sirs, the manner,

In good Queen Befs’s golden days,

when I was Dame of Honour.

I had an ancient noble seat,

tho’ now 'tis come to ruin;

Where mutton, beef, and such good meat,

in th’ hall were daily chewing:

Of humming beer, my cellar full,

I was the yearly donor:

Where topping knaves had made a pull,

when I was Dame of Honour.

My men with home-spun honest greys,

had coats and homely badges;

They wore no dirty ragged lace,

nor ne'er complain’d of wages:

For gaudy fringe and silks o’th' town,

I fear'd no threat'ning Dunner;

But wore a decent grogram gown,

when I was Dame of Honour.

I never thought Cantharides

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