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She’s now the darling strumpet of the crowd,

Forgets her state, and talks to them aloud,

Lays by her greatness and descends to prate

With those ’bove whom she’s rais’d by wond’rous fate.

From “A Panegyrick Upon Nelly”

Anonymous, 1681