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She was at Lord knows what expense
To form a nymph of wit and sense,865
A model for her sex design'd,
Who never could one lover find.
She saw her favour was misplac'd;
The fellows had a wretched taste;
She needs must tell them to their face,870
They were a stupid, senseless race;
And, were she to begin again,
She'd study to reform the men;
Or add some grains of folly more
To women, than they had before,875
To put them on an equal foot;
And this, or nothing else, would do't.
This might their mutual fancy strike;
Since every being loves its like.
⁠"But now, repenting what was done,880
She left all business to her son;
She put the world in his possession,
And let him use it at discretion."
⁠The crier was order'd to dismiss
The court, so made his last "O yes!"885
The goddess would no longer wait;
But, rising from her chair of state,
Left all below at six and seven,
Harness'd her doves, and flew to Heaven.

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