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 * 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 pride
 * In 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.

  , a young and amorous swain, Saw two, the beauties of the plain,
 * Who both his heart subdue:

Gay Cælia's eyes were dazzling fair, 