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Her Mien was Masculine, and Manly Grace,
And more than Female Boldness flush'd her Face.
Applauding Murmurs round the Circle ran,
When with disdainful Smiles she thus began:
The Use of Art, should Nature chance to fail,
I own is Good, and may like that prevail;
But surely none to use base Arts will yield,
Till by decay of Nature's Force compelled;
By Art we're taught the Flutt'ring Fan to hold,
Whilst Love in Ambush lies in ev'ry Fold;
Already we have shewn the Shoulders bare,
And panting Breasts expos'd to open Air;
And shall we now let ev'ry Coxcomb see,
At ev'ry blast of Wind, the Naked Knee?
Oh Nymphs, for shame, such trifling Arts decline!
Each Fop will find the Cause of this Design,
And more than Female Boldness flush'd her Face.
Applauding Murmurs round the Circle ran,
When with disdainful Smiles she thus began:
The Use of Art, should Nature chance to fail,
I own is Good, and may like that prevail;
But surely none to use base Arts will yield,
Till by decay of Nature's Force compelled;
By Art we're taught the Flutt'ring Fan to hold,
Whilst Love in Ambush lies in ev'ry Fold;
Already we have shewn the Shoulders bare,
And panting Breasts expos'd to open Air;
And shall we now let ev'ry Coxcomb see,
At ev'ry blast of Wind, the Naked Knee?
Oh Nymphs, for shame, such trifling Arts decline!
Each Fop will find the Cause of this Design,
And,
