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 The bowed nose, fallen from goodlihead; Foul flapping ears like water‑flags; Peaked chin, and cheeks all waste and dead, And lips that are two skinny rags:

'Thus endeth all the beauty of us. The arms made short, the hands made lean, The shoulders bowed and ruinous, The breasts, alack! all fallen in; The flanks too, like the breasts, grown thin; ** *** *** ***** *****, *** ** **! *** *** **** ******, ** ****** *** ****,  **** *** **** ****** ****** ** *******-****.

'So we make moan for the old sweet days, Poor old light women, two or three Squatting above the straw‑fire's blaze, The bosom crushed against the knee,