Chapter LXX: Sir Philip Sidney thus translates this poem

Unto no body my woman saith shee had rather a wife be,
Then to myself, not though Jove grew a suter of hers.
These be her words, but a woman's words to a love that is eager,
Midde [windes?] or waters stream do require to be writ.

XCIX. 10.

_Fricatrice._

To a lewd harlot, a base fricatrice.

BEN JONSON, _The Fox_, iv. 2.

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