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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.

— Edward Moore Fables for the Female Sex (1744)

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But from the hoop’s bewitching round,
Her very shoe has power to wound.

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’Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropt the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them.

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Time still, as he flies, brings increase to her truth,
And gives to her mind what he steals from her youth.

But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies,
And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

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