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I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind, / Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed, / To clarify the pulse and cloud the mind, / And leave me once again undone, possessed.
Think not for this, however, the poor treason
Of my stout blood against my staggering brain, / I shall remember you with love, or season
My scorn with pity,-let me make it plain:
I find this frenzy insufficient reason
For conversation when we meet again.