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NO NATURAL MOTHER
Being by any spide, Her mouth she opens wide, That they themselues may hide, within her belly.
19 The Tyger though by kind,
truculent, truculent, As nature doth her binde,
is wondrous tender, And louing to her young Whom to secure from wrong, Her selfe into the throng,
shee boldly thrusteth.
20 And can a womans heart,
bloodily, bloodily, So willingly depart
from her owne baby, You that good women be, Example take by me, And striue your selfe to free,
from shame and slander.
M.P.
London printed for F. Coulefs.]1 1 Torn. |
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