 | Ostella Or the Faction of Love and Beauty Reconcil'd |  |
Song.
Define a Woman! who can do't?'less you put the Divel to't.
He that first she yeelded to,
best knows how with her to do.
To their treacherous smiles he's known,
and promotes them as his own:
They can turn as he can do
Divels into Angels hue.
When they prattle he directs them,
when they Raunt it he protects them:
In all points of Sophistry
They are skill'd as well as He.
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what do they but ev'n Act him?
Not for Air their Brests are bare,
but some poor Soul to ensnare.
For the Spots upon their Faces,
tell you what the tother place is,
And when for some prey he watches,
he lies sculking in their Patches:
Since then they so well agree,
Pitty they should parted be.
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