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THE CROOKED RIB.

Hat need you talk of Hector's deeds, or Alexander's fame, Or of proud Nature's cruelty, for no ſuch thing I'll name; But liſten and I'll to you deſcribe, the beſt way that I can, The proud conceits and deviliſh tricks, that lie into woman.

For women are like lions bold, always inventing evil, They are as proud as Lucifer, deceitful as the Devil: They'll dreſs themſelves like Phœbus fair, and like a Syren ſing, And when they catch you in a ſnare, they'll like a ſerpent ſting.

What needs woman be ſo bold, ſince they are made of men, And even of a crooked rib, deny this if ye can; Made of a crooked rib, I ſay, when firſt they formed were, And ſtill all women's nature ſhew, that women crooked are.

If I ſhould marry one that's black, my friends will frown on me,