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 False Enough; Only True In Shreds And Stuff.