There Is No Indispensable Man Poem by Anonymous British

Handsome she was, and well beseene,
As fresh as any of them all,
Her rament for the most part greene,
Her stature good and meetely tall.
Mounsier did take her by the arme
And friendly entertained her,
His countenance said he meant no harme,
But well I wot he strained her,
That (as lamenting her mishap)
She cried perhaps she cracked too,
Yet Mounsier would not leaue her lap
For any thing that she could doo,
This was a scholler by S. Anne,
A ciuill, sober, honest manne.