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Woman! experience might have told me, / That all must love thee who behold thee: / Surely experience might have taught / Thy firmest promises are nought: / But, placed in all thy charms before me, / All I forget, but to adore thee.
Oh memory! Thou choicest blessing / When join'd with hope, when still possessing; / But how much cursed by every lover / When hope is fled and passion's over.
Woman, that fair and fond deceiver, / How throbs the pulse when first we view / The eye that rolls in glossy blue, / Or sparkles black, or mildly throws / A beam from under hazel brows! / How quick we credit every oath, / And hear her plight the willing troth! / Fondly we hope 'twill last for aye, / When, lo! she changes in a day.
This record will for ever stand, / "Woman, thy vows are traced in sand. "