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Poor little diary with its simple thoughts	A
its good resolves its Studied French an hour	B
Read Modern History Trimmed up my grey hat	C
Darned stockings Tatted Practised my new song	D
Went to the daily service Took Bess soup	E
Went out to tea Poor simple diary	F
and did I write it Was I this good girl	G
this budding colourless young rose of home	H
did I so live content in such a life	I
seeing no larger scope nor asking it	J
than this small constant round old clothes to mend	K
new clothes to make then go and say my prayers	L
or carry soup or take a little walk	M
and pick the ragged robins in the hedge	N
Then for ambition was there ever life	I
that could forego that to improve my mind	O
and know French better and sing harder songs	P
for gaiety to go in my best white	Q
well washed and starched and freshened with new bows	R
and take tea out to meet the clergyman	S
No wishes and no cares almost no hopes	T
only the young girl's hazed and golden dreams	U
that veil the Future from her	B
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So long since	V
and now it seems a jest to talk of me	F
as if I could be one with her of me	F
who am me	F
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And what is that My looking glass	W
answers it passably a woman sure	X
no fiend no slimy thing out of the pools	Y
a woman with a ripe and smiling lip	Z
that has no venom in its touch I think	A2
with a white brow on which there is no brand	B2
a woman none dare call not beautiful	C2
not womanly in every woman's grace	D2
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Aye let me feed upon my beauty thus	E2
be glad in it like painters when they see	F
at last the face they dreamed but could not find	O
look from their canvass on them triumph in it	J
the dearest thing I have Why 'tis my all	F2
let me make much of it is it not this	G2
this beauty my own curse at once and tool	H2
to snare men's souls I know what the good say	I2
of beauty in such creatures is it not this	G2
that makes me feel myself a woman still	J2
some little pride some little	C2
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Here's a jest	K2
what word will fit the sense but modesty	F
A wanton I but modest	L2
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Modest true	M2
I'm not drunk in the streets ply not for hire	B
at infamous corners with my likenesses	N2
of the humbler kind yes modesty's my word	O2
'twould shape my mouth well too I think I'll try	P2
Sir Mr What you will Lord Who knows what	Q2
my present lover or my next to come	R2
value me at my worth fill your purse full	S2
for I am modest yes and honour me	F
as though your schoolgirl sister or your wife	I
could let her skirts brush mine or talk of me	F
for I am modest	L2
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Well I flout myself	T2
but yet but yet	U2
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Fie poor fantastic fool	H2
why do I play the hypocrite alone	V2
who am no hypocrite with others by	P2
where should be my But yet I am that thing	W2
called half a dozen dainty names and none	S
dainty enough to serve the turn and hide	X2
the one coarse English worst that lurks beneath	Y2
just that no worse no better	B
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And for me	F
I say let no one be above her trade	Z2
I own my kindredship with any drab	A3
who sells herself as I although she crouch	B3
in fetid garrets and I have a home	H
all velvet and marqueterie and pastilles	N2
although she hide her skeleton in rags	N2
and I set fashions and wear cobweb lace	N2
the difference lies but in my choicer ware	C3
that I sell beauty and she ugliness	N2
our traffic's one I'm no sweet slaver tongue	D3
to gloze upon it and explain myself	T2
a sort of fractious angel misconceived	E3
our traffic's one I own it And what then	F3
I know of worse that are called honourable	H2
Our lawyers who with noble eloquence	N2
and virtuous outbursts lie to hang a man	G3
or lie to save him which way goes the fee	F
our preachers gloating on your future hell	H2
for not believing what they doubt themselves	N2
our doctors who sort poisons out by chance	N2
and wonder how they'll answer and grow rich	H3
our journalists whose business is to fib	A3
and juggle truths and falsehoods to and fro	I3
our tradesmen who must keep unspotted names	N2
and cheat the least like stealing that they can	G3
our all of them the virtuous worthy men	F3
who feed on the world's follies vices wants	N2
and do their businesses of lies and shams	N2
honestly reputably while the world	J3
claps hands and cries good luck which of their trades	N2
their honourable trades barefaced like mine	K3
all secrets brazened out would shew more white	Q
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And whom do I hurt more than they as much	L3
The wives Poor fools what do I take from them	M3
worth crying for or keeping If they knew	M2
what their fine husbands look like seen by eyes	N2
that may perceive there are more men than one	S
But if they can let them just take the pains	N2
to keep them 'tis not such a mighty task	N3
to pin an idiot to your apron string	W2
and wives have an advantage over us	N2
the good and blind ones have the smile or pout	O3
leaves them no secret nausea at odd times	N2
Oh they could keep their husbands if they cared	P3
but 'tis an easier life to let them go	I3
and whimper at it for morality	F
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Oh those shrill carping virtues safely housed	Q3
from reach of even a smile that should put red	R3
on a decorous cheek who rail at us	N2
with such a spiteful scorn and rancourousness	N2
which maybe is half envy at the heart	S3
and boast themselves so measurelessly good	T3
and us so measurelessly unlike them	M3
what is their wondrous merit that they stay	I2
in comfortable homes whence not a soul	H2
has ever thought of tempting them and wear	C3
no kisses but a husband's upon lips	N2
there is no other man desires to kiss	N2
refrain in fact from sin impossible	H2
How dare they hate us so what have they done	S
what borne to prove them other than we are	U3
What right have they to scorn us glass case saints	N2
Dianas under lock and key what right	Q
more than the well fed helpless barn door fowl	H2
to scorn the larcenous wild birds	N2
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Pshaw let be	F
Scorn or no scorn what matter for their scorn	V3
I have outfaced my own that's harder work	W3
Aye let their virtuous malice dribble on	X3
mock snowstorms on the stage I'm proof long since	N2
I have looked coolly on my what and why	P2
and I accept myself	T2
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Oh I'll endorse	N2
the shamefullest revilings mouthed at me	F
cry True Oh perfect picture Yes that's I	P2
and add a telling blackness here and there	C3
and then dare swear you every nine of ten	F3
my judges and accusers I'd not change	Y3
my conscience against yours you who tread out	O3
your devil's pilgrimage along the roads	N2
that take in church and chapel and arrange	Y3
a roundabout and decent way to hell	H2
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Well mine's a short way and a merry one	S
so says my pious hash of ohs and ahs	N2
choice texts and choicer threats appropriate names	N2
Rahabs and Jezebels some fierce Tartuffe	T2
hurled at me through the post We had rare fun	S
over that tract digested with champagne	Z3
Where is it where's my rich repertory	F
of insults biblical 'I prey on souls'	N2
only my men have oftenest none I think	A2
'I snare the simple ones' but in these days	N2
there seem to be none simple and none snared	P3
and most men have their favourite sinnings planned	B2
to do them civilly and sensibly	F
'I braid my hair' but braids are out of date	A4
'I paint my cheeks' I always wear them pale	H2
'I '	-
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Pshaw the trash is savourless to day	I2
one cannot laugh alone There let it burn	B4
What does the windy dullard think one needs	N2
his wisdom dove tailed on to Solomon's	N2
his threats out threatening God's to teach the news	N2
that those who need not sin have safer souls	N2
We know it but we've bodies to save too	M2
and so we earn our living	W2
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Well lit tract	C4
at least you've made me a good leaping blaze	N2
Up up how the flame shoots and now 'tis dead	R3
Oh proper finish preaching to the last	D4
no such bad omen either sudden end	K
and no sad withering horrible old age	E4
How one would clutch at youth to hold it tight	Q
and then to know it gone to see it gone	F4
be taught its absence by harsh careless looks	N2
to live forgotten solitary old	G4
the cruellest word that ever woman learns	N2
Old that's to be nothing or t	F