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NYWJ.735.008
12 May 1735:21 (79)
Thour't woman, a true coppy of the first,
In whom the race of all mankind were curst.
Your sex by beauty was to heaven ally'd,
But your great lord the devil taught you pride,
He too an angel till he durst rebel.
And you are sure the stars that with him fell.
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Man was a happy favourite above,
When heav'n endow'd him with the power to love:
His God ne'er thought him in a perfect state,
Till woman made his paradise compleat.
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