SONG LXXXI. The FAER DIVISION

When Beauty appears, In it's Graces and Airs All bright as an Angle new dropt from the Skies, At Distance I gaze; And am aw'd by my Fears, So strangely you dazzel my Eyes.

But when without Art Your kind thoughts you impart, When your Love runs in Blushes through every Vein, When it darts from your Eyes, When it pants in your Heart, Then I know you're a Woman again.

There's a Passion and Pride, In our Sex the reply'd And thus might gratify both I would do; Still an Angel appear, To each Lover beside, But Still be a Woman to You.