To Fulvia in Comfort of Her Heavinesse

To Fuluia in comfort of her heauinesse

E PIG . 277.

F ULUIA hold vp thy head; why pow'rst thou so?
Is thy new husband old? I faith Sir no:
A Woman's nay's a double yea (they say)
I did imagine where thine anguish lay.
 Alas (poore girlle) thou hast not what thou hast;
 And feeding still art yet constrain'd to fast.
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