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Beautiful—yes! for her basilisk eyes
 * Gleam out when the features are luscious and mellow;

Beautiful—yes! but adown the disguise,
 * I detect just a tinge of the Cobra Capello.

And I think Mother Eve looked exactly like this
 * When she played such a prank on uxorious Adam;

I’ve a chronic dislike to a serpentine kiss,
 * And never eat apples in any style, Madam.

Beautiful—yes! as she paddles her fan
 * ’Mid the bordered lagoons of her robe of white muslin;

And the tight little boot taps a quick rataplan,
 * In a way most piratical, not to say puzzling.