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Look, when the rose to deep vermilion hue / Adds that sweet odour gracious Nature gives, / When his proud glory gladdens every view, / And no base worm within his beauties lives, / We nothing question of what sex it be, / Nor ask more of it than that it should lend / His lovely gaze for ravish'd eye to see, / And on the blessed air his fragrance spend.
We ask not that the star which lights the heaven / Should be or male or female to our sense, / Suffic'd in this, that it empearls the even, / And happies all our under reverence.