trick’d with trifles and gauds, So that nothing was bare but the bláck bròws, The nose and the eyes and the naked lips, That were unsightly with sores and sorrily blear’d; A worshipful wight you might wéll call her fore God! Her body was short and stout, Her buttocks round and broad: A tastier thing, no doubt, Was she that by her strode.
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