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14  Farewell! heroes, chiefs, and kings, Naught but love will suit my strings.

horns, the dread of foes, Nature on the bull bestows; Horny hoofs the horse defend, Swift-wing'd feet the hare befriend; Lions' gaping jaws disclose Dreadful teeth in grinning rows; Wings to birds her care supplied, Finny fishes swim the tide; Nobler gifts to man assign'd, Courage firm and strength of mind. From her then exhausted store Naught for woman has she more: How does Nature prove her care? Beauty's charms is woman's share,