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TO A LADY, playing with a Clouded Fan.
The fatal Sword, which Man from Eden barr'd,Flam'd, as it turn'd, the Tree of Life to guard.
But from your Fan, thick Clouds of Smoak arise,
To hide the Flames of your destructive Eyes.
As That was, by a beauteous Cherub, held,
A beauteous Cherub spreads This clouded Shield.
Almost for the same Ends they both were giv'n,
The Sword to fence from Paradise, the Fan from Heav'n.
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