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It was neither her hood; ſcarf, bodkin or ring. Pray therefore new gueſs my Lady's fine thing A fine Flower.

XLIII.

Of fancy born, of folly bred, From foreign countries hither led, My form and ſhape I often change: I'm really nothing.--Yet, 'tis ſtrange, By all careſs'd, by all admir'd;                    In wealth and poverty deſir'd:                     Of ſuch variety I'm made, That I'm the great ſupport of trade. I ſerve the Ladies when alone, To ſhew their hand and ſkill upon; And when aſſembled, give them pleaſure. So I'm their chiefeſt taking treaſure. Fashion.

XLIV.

As I went out in a moon light night, I ſet back againſt the moon, I look'd for one, and ſaw two come; The boughs did bend, the leaves did ſhake, I ſaw the hole the Fox did make. A Maid that had a Sweetheart, whose name was Fox; ſhe ſaw him and another come to dig her grave, whilst ſhe ſat on a tree.

XLV.

As yellow as gold, yet gold 'tis none; As green as graſs, yet graſs 'tis none; As prickly as thorn, yet thorn 'tis none. Now tell me what it is then John. A Furne that beareth flower's.