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III.
Some cross proud Woman, old, and out of Fashion,Too ugly for the Trouble of Temptation,
Unskill'd in Love, in Virtue, or in Truth,
Preach'd his false Notions first to plague our Youth.
And as in other Sectaries we find,
His Vot'ries most consist of Womankind,
Who throng t'adore the necessary Evil,
But most for Fear, as Indians do the Devil.
Peevish, uneasy all; for in Revenge,
Love wounds them with a thousand Darts,
They feel, tho' not confess the Change,
Their false Devotion cannot save their Hearts.
Thus while the Idol Honour they obey,
Swift Time comes on, and blooming Charms decay,
And ruin'd Beaty does too soon the Cheat betray.
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