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No!—Let the tribe who daily dabble
In all the stuff call'd—fashionable.
Knowing as much about the matter
As their own shoemaker and hatter;
To raise the laugh of tradesmen's wives,
Discuss, Heaven help us! noble lives—
No! trust my page, a woman's tear
Shall never drop in anguish here:
Rather for life I'd burn my pen,
Than be the man, the shame of men;
The assassin scribbler of a line,
That made the cheek of beauty pine.
In all the stuff call'd—fashionable.
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As their own shoemaker and hatter;
To raise the laugh of tradesmen's wives,
Discuss, Heaven help us! noble lives—
No! trust my page, a woman's tear
Shall never drop in anguish here:
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Than be the man, the shame of men;
The assassin scribbler of a line,
That made the cheek of beauty pine.
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