Poem 3

When thy beauty appears,In its graces and airs,All bright as an angel new dropt from the sky;At distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my fears,So strangely you dazzle my eye!

But when without art,Your kind thoughts you impart,When your love runs in blushes through every vein;When it darts from your eyes, when it pants in your heart,Then I know you're a woman again.

There's a passion and prideIn our sex, she replied,And thus (might I gratify both) I would do;Still an angel appear to each lover beside,But still be a woman to you.