Thou who wilt not love, do this, Learn of me what woman is. Something made of thread and thrum, A mere botch of all and some, Pieces, patches, ropes of hair ; Inlaid garbage everywhere. Outside silk and outside lawn ; Scenes to cheat us neatly drawn. False in legs, and false in thighs ; False in breast, teeth, hair, and eyes ; False in head, and...Learn More