Proudly submitting, when such Graces meet,
Beauty by Nature, and by conquest Wit.
For Wit they had on their own Sex entail’d,
Till for your self, and Sex you thus prevail’d.
Thrice happy Sex! Whose Foes such Pow’r disarms,
And gives fresh Lustre to your native Charms,
Whose Nervous Sense couch’d in close Method lies,
Clear as her Soul, and piercing as her Eyes.
If any yet so stupid shou’d appear,
As still to doubt, what she has made so clear,