Short is the time when lovers at the feet
Of beauty kneel, and own the slavery sweet;
And shall we thus our triumph, this the aim
And boast of female power, forbear to claim?
No! we demand that homage, that respect,
Or the proud rebel punish and reject.”
Our Hero, still too indolent, too nice,
To pay for beauty the accustom’d price,
No less forbore t’address the humbler maid,
Who might have yielded with the price unpaid;