And Woman too, the same their board and bed,
And would be now, but Folks are better bred;
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In some convenient grot, or tufted wood,
All human beings Nature's circuit trod;
The shrine was her's, with no gay vesture laid;
Unbrib'd, unmarried stood the willing maid;
Her attribute was universal Love,
And man's prerogative to range and rove.
But how unlike the Pairs of times to come,