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A Complaint against
Lady ill-painted, she maketh a frightful Figure: And then she is cloistered up, my Lord, like a Fairy Princess in an enchanted Castle, encompassed with Motes and Walls, and guarded by Paynim Knights, monstrous Giants, and burning Dragons. Bur my Lord, if a Man hath but Wit and Courage enough not to be daunted at these grim Appearances, the Charm is dissolved, the Bugbears vanish, and the Way is open.
It hath been a long Complaint this polite, and excellent Age of Learning, that we lose our Time in Words, that the Memory of Youth is charged, and overloaded with-
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