"The Virginian women pounce and rase their Faces and whole Bodies with a sharp iron, which makes a stampe in curious knots, and drawes the proportions of Fowles, Fishes, or Beasts; then with painting of sundry live colours they rub it into the stamp, which will never be taken away, because it is dried into the flesh."
“Our Ladies here have lately entertained a vaine Custome of spotting their Faces, out of an affectation of a Mole to setoff their beauty, such as Venus had, and it is well if one black patch will serve to make their Faces remarkable; for some fill their Visages full of them, varied into all manner of shapes and figures.”
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“What strange kind of Butchery do these Nations exercise, and what needlesse paine they put themselves unto to maintaine their cruell bravery! Nay, which is yet stranger, they seeme to love this unnaturall and bloudy Gallantry so well, that they hate their own flesh and bloud, whereof they freely sacrifice to their fantasticall imaginations.”
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