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1 When thy beauty appears, In its graces and airs, All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky; At distance I gaze, and am awed by my fears, So strangely you dazzle my eye!

2 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.

3 There's a passion and pride In our sex (she replied), And thus (might I gratify both) I would do: Still an angel appear to each lover beside, But still be a woman to you.