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But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
Can’t I another’s face commend,
And to her virtues be a friend,
But instantly your forehead lours,
As if her merit lessen’d yours?
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
The maid who modestly conceals
Her beauties, while she hides, reveals;
Give but a glimpse, and fancy draws
Whate’er the Grecian Venus was.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)
The trav’ller, if he chance to stray,
May turn uncensured to his way;
Polluted streams again are pure,
And deepest wounds admit a cure;
But woman no redemption knows;
The wounds of honour never close.
Fables for the Female Sex (1744)