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Woman! when I behold thee flippant, vain, / Inconstant, childish, proud, and full of fancies; / Without that modest softening that enhances / The downcast eye, repentant of the pain / That its mild light creates to heal again:
E'en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances, / E'en then my soul with exultation dances / For that to love, so long, I've dormant lain: