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And Moll, forsooth, supplies her lady's place!Kind love, forbid that I should stoop so low;What! unto mean, ignoble beauties bow ?A chambermaid ! no faith, my love flies high;My quarry is a miss of quality.Fye, who would clasp a slave ? who joy to feelHer hands of iron and her sides of steel ?'Twill damp an eager thought, 'twill check my mind,To feel those knobs the lash hath left behind.