Would you, ye Fair, as Man your vices boast,
And she be most admir'd, who sins the most;
Would ye in open revel gaily spring,
And o'er the wanton Banquet vaunting sing;
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The doubtful Precedence we then should own,
And you be first in [Error's] mazes known.
But why to Vices of the boist'rous kind
Tye the soft Soul, and urge the gentle Mind?
Forbid it, Nature! to the Fair I speak,