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62 POEMS.
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WHAT soft, cherubic creatures These gentlewomen are ! One would as soon assault a plush Or violate a star.
Such dimity convictions,
A horror so refined Of freckled human nature,
Of Deity ashamed,
It 's such a common glory,
A fisherman's degree ! Redemption, brittle lady,
Be so, ashamed of thee.
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