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Kiss me, thou curious Miniature of Man;
How odd thou art, how pretty, how japan:
Oh! I could live and die with thee: Then on,
For half an Hour, in Complements she ran.
I took this Time to think what Nature meant,
When this mixt Thing into the World she sent,
So very wise, yet so impertinent.
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All the good Qualities that ever blest
A Woman so distinguish’d from the rest,
Except Discretion only, she possest.
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