A Lady's Character of her Lover

IN ANSWER TO HER MOTHER'S QUESTION WHAT WAS HER OPINION OF HIM .

A THING below contempt, whom all despise,
With crooked nose, splay feet, and goggle eyes;
There's not a maid when that he doth appear
But turns her back, and straight grows chaste for fear.
Half witty, and half dull, and scarce half brave,
Half honest, which is very much a knave:
Made up of all these halfs he cannot pass
For any thing entirely, but an ass.
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