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A Countrey woman sent her Daughter to a Lady with a present of ripe Medlars the clownish wench being come to the Lady, told her that her Mother had sent her Ladyship some ripe Medlars that were as soft as bran; but if she did not eat them quickly, they would not be worth one fart. This language and brutish be∣haviour, so angred the Gentlewoman, that she resolved to complain to her Mo∣ther of the incivility of her Daughter; and not long after meeting her in the Street, I thank you very much, said she, for your present, but the bearer was so un∣mannerly as to say such and such obscene words. Ah, replied she, let me do what I will I cannot mend her; and notwithstand∣ing all the civility that ever I taught her, she hath no more manners than mine Arse.