The sternest critic to the fair must yield.

But should our feeble efforts nought avail,

Should, after all, our best endeavours fail;

Still let some mercy in your bosoms live,

And if you can't applaud, at least forgive.

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TO MISS E.P.

1.

Eliza! what fools are the Mussulman sect,

Who to woman deny the soul's future existence,

Could they see thee, Eliza! they'd own their defect,

And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance.

2.

Had their Prophet possess'd but an atom of sense,

He ne'er would have woman from Paradise driven,

But instead of his Houris a flimsy pretence,

With woman alone, he had peopled his Heaven.

3.

But still to increase your calamities more,

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