Upon Some Women

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.