Dark Clouds of Prejudice obscur’d their Verse,
You with Victorious Prose those Clouds disperse:
Those Foggs, which wou’d not to their Flame submit,
Vanish before your Rising Sun of Wit.
Like Stars, they only in Themselves were bright,
The whole Sex shines by your reflected Light.
Our Sex have long thro’ Usurpation reign’d,
And by their Tyranny their Rule maintain’d.
Till wanton grown with Arbitrary Sway
Depos’d by you They practice to obey,