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Let Fops or Fortune fly which way they will;
Despise all loss of Tickets or Codille;
Spleen, Vapors, or Small-pox, above them all,
And Mistress of youtself, tho' China fall.
Despise all loss of Tickets or Codille;
Spleen, Vapors, or Small-pox, above them all,
And Mistress of youtself, tho' China fall.
And yet believe me, good as well as ill,
Woman's at best a Contradiction still.
Heav'n, when it strives to polish all it can
Its last, best work, but forms a softer Man;
Picks from each Sex, to make the Fav'rite blest,
Your love of Pleasure, our desire of Rest,
Blends, in exception to all gen'ral rules,
Your Taste of Follies, with our Scorn of Fools,
Reserve with Frankness, Art with Truth ally'd,
Courage with Softness, Modesty with Pride,
Fix'd Principles, with Fancy ever new;
Shakes all together, and produces—You.
Woman's at best a Contradiction still.
Heav'n, when it strives to polish all it can
Its last, best work, but forms a softer Man;
Picks from each Sex, to make the Fav'rite blest,
Your love of Pleasure, our desire of Rest,
Blends, in exception to all gen'ral rules,
Your Taste of Follies, with our Scorn of Fools,
Reserve with Frankness, Art with Truth ally'd,
Courage with Softness, Modesty with Pride,
Fix'd Principles, with Fancy ever new;
Shakes all together, and produces—You.
Ev'n such is Woman's Fame: With this un-blest,
Toasts live a scorn, and Queens may die a jest.
Toasts live a scorn, and Queens may die a jest.
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