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When e'er you walk the hill or street, / A flaunting dressing thing you'll meet; / Her wanton air would fain beguile, / A thoughtless youth to stray awhile: / Her conversation gross he'll find, / Chaste modesty she leaves behind; / That Goddess seldom now appear, / Where people walk to take the air.
She daily must in Laces dress, / Altho' her parents in distress: / She'll get them any way she can, / To marry some unthinking man.