Ponder My Words, If So That Any Be Known Guilty Here Of Incivility; Let What Is Graceless, Discomposed, And Rude, With Sweetness, Smoothness, Softness Be Endued: Teach It To Blush, To Curtsy, Lisp, And Show Demure, But Yet Full Of Temptation, Too. Numbers Ne'er Tickle, Or But Lightly Plea{E, Unless They Have Some Wanton Carriages: This If Ye Do, Each Piece Will Here Be Good And Graceful Made By Your Neat Sisterhood.
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