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Epigram On A Welshwoman's Hat
"O changeful woman! Constant man!"Has been the theme for buried ages.
But here's the truth: say "No" who can--
Ye bards, philosophers, and sages:
Men buy their Hats all kinds of shapes;
Our own Welshwomen change their's never;
'Tis with their Hats as with their loves--
Where fancy rests the heart approves,
And, loving once, they love for ever!
(The end)
J. C. Manning's poem: Epigram On A Welshwoman's Hat
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