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Rh Corinna, with that youthful air, Is thirty, and a bit to spare: Her fondness for a certain earl Began when I was but a girl! Phillis, who but a month ago Was marry'd to the Tunbridge beau, I saw coquetting t'other night In publick with that odious knight! They rally'd next Vanessa's dress: That gown was made for old queen Bess, Dear madam, let me see your head: Don't you intend to put on red? A petticoat without a hoop! Sure, you are not asham'd to stoop! With handsome garters at your knees, No matter what a fellow sees. Fill'd with disdain, with rage inflam'd, Both of herself and sex asham'd, The nymph stood silent out of spite, Nor would vouchsafe to set them right. Away the fair detractors went, And gave by turns their censures vent. She's not so handsome in my eyes: For wit, I wonder where it lies! She's fair and clean, and that's the most: But why proclaim her for a toast? A baby face; no life, no airs, But what she learn'd at country fairs; Scarce knows what difference is between Rich Flanders lace and Colberteen. I'll undertake, my little Nancy In flounces has a better fancy! With all her wit, I would not ask Her judgment how to buy a mask. We