Your Gallant is no man, vnleſſe his haire be of the womans faſhion, dangling and wauing ouer his ſhoulders; your woman no body, except (contrary to the modeſty of her ſexe) ſhee be halfe (at leaſt) of the mans faſhion: ſhee jets, ſhe cuts, ſhe rides, ſhee ſweares, ſhe games, ſhee ſmoakes, ſhee drinkes, and what not that is euill? She is in the vniuerſall portraiture of her behauiour, as well as in her accoutrements, more then halfe a man; the man on the other ſide, no leſſe womaniſh.
— Samuel Rowlands, Heaven's Glory, Seeke it: Earts vanitie, Flye it: Hells Horror, Fere it (1628)
[Your Gallant is no man, unless his hair be of the woman's fashion, dangling and waving over his shoulders; your woman nobody except (contrary to the modesty of her sex) she be half (at least) of the man's fashion: she jets, she cuts, she rides, she swears, she games, she smokes, she drinks, and what not that is evil? She is in the universal portraiture of her behaviour, as well as in her accoutrements, more than half a man; the man on the other side, no less womanish.]
1628 portrait of Endymion Porter by Anthony van Dyck (Wikimedia Commons). Presumably the type of guy Rowlands is complaining about.