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In all his wonted Flames the Lover burn'd,
And ^[1]Sylphs long Banish'd to their Charge returned,
^[2]Sackvile and Wilmot then sat Censors here,
Kind to the Sex, but to its Faults severe;
Such Satire flow'd from their abounding Store,
Tho' France did much, their Pens refin'd us more.
Fools, and Coquets, the Muse Impartial bit,
The false Pretenders both to Airs and Wit;
Hence Woman still improved, whilst ev'ry Moon
With some New Mode produced a new Lampoon.
Succeeding Beauties made the Former less,
Their Deshabille excell'd their Mother's Dress.

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1. Aerial Spirits, composed of the purest Atoms of the Air. See, The diverting History of the Count De Gabalis.
2. The Earls of Dorset and Rochester.

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