often sent
    To know of her faire Patients how they slept. 
    By which meanes she, and the blinde Archer crept
    Into their fauours, who would often Toy,
    And tooke delight in sporting with the Boy; 70
    Which many times amongst his waggish tricks,
    These wanton Wenches in the bosome prickes;
    That they before which had some franticke fits,
    Were by his Witchcraft quite out of their wits. 
    Watching this Wisard, my minde gaue me still
    She some Impostor was, and that this skill
    Was counterfeit, and had some other end. 
    For which discouery, as I did attend,
    Her wrinckled vizard being very thin,
    My piercing eye perceiu’d her cleerer skin 80
    Through the thicke Riuels perfectly to shine;
    When I perceiu’d a beauty so diuine,
    As that so clouded, I began to pry
    A little nearer, when I chanc’t to spye
    That pretty Mole vpon her Cheeke, which when
    I saw; suruaying euery part agen,
    Vpon her left hand, I perceiu’d the skarre
    Which she receiued in the Troian warre;
    Which when I found, I could not chuse but smile. 
    She, who againe had noted me the while, 90
    And, by my carriage, found I had descry’d her,
    Slipt out of sight, and presently doth hide her.

      Lelipa. Nay then my dainty Girles, I make no doubt
    But I my selfe as strangely found her out
    As either of you both; in Field and Towne,
    When like a Pedlar she went vp and downe: 
    For she had got a pretty handsome Packe,
    Which she had fardled neatly at her backe: 
    And opening it, she had the perfect cry,
    Come my faire Girles, let’s see, what will you buy. 100
    Here be fine night Maskes, plastred well within,
    To supple wrinckles, and to smooth the skin: 
    Heer’s Christall, Corall, Bugle, Iet, in Beads,
    Cornelian Bracelets for my dainty Maids: 
    Then Periwigs and Searcloth-Gloues doth show,
    To make their hands as white as Swan or Snow: 
    Then takes she forth a curious gilded boxe,
    Which was not opened but by double locks;
    Takes them aside, and doth a Paper spred,
    In which was painting both for white and red:  110
    And next a piece of Silke, wherein there lyes
    For the decay’d, false Breasts, false Teeth, false Eyes
    And all the while shee’s opening of her Packe,
    Cupid with’s wings bound close downe to his backe: 
    Playing the Tumbler on a Table gets,
    And shewes the Ladies many pretty feats. 
    I seeing behinde him that he had such things,
    For well I knew no boy but he had wings,
    I view’d his Mothers beauty, which to me
    Lesse then a Goddesse said, she could not be:  120