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39499	Moore, Edward	Moores Fables for the Female Sex			.txt	text/plain	15563	1478	92	Fair, flutt'ring, fickle, busy thing, Know, 'tis thy beauty brings thy fate; Still of thy pow'r shall I complain, Delighted with thy tuneful art, Love from her eye like lightning came, Thy pure delights few mortals know: Till ART, like NATURE, forms the fly. For BEES of sense thy arts evade, From woman thou hast drawn thy rules; In vain the master's forming care, And LIFE, what art thou, without LOVE?"-Shall play the wanton in thy face; The FAIR high heav'n of bliss beguiles, Like virtue, hid in ev'ry heart; Of time, and form, and care, and pain, fear, to turn thy sight, Tho' thou art WOMAN, frail as fair, On thy returning steps shall wait.-Thy form be loath'd by ev'ry eye, Life, like all its circles, vain. Soon th' encumb'ring world shall pass; Heav'n thy friendless steps shall guide, Heav'n shall thy return attest, "Come, with VIRTUE at thy side,	./cache/39499.txt	./txt/39499.txt