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 19 A matter which our thoughts run much on; A subject, if we right conjecture, Which well deserves a long, long lecture, Which all the ladies would approve, --- The natural history of Love. O list' to our united voice, Deny us not, dear Docter Moyes ! Tell us why our poor tender hearts So willingly admit Love's darts Teach us the marks of Love's beginning; What is it makes a beau so winning, What makes us think a coxcomb witty A dotard wise, a red coat pretty : Why we believe such horrid lies --- That we are angles from the skies ; Our teeth are pearl, our cheeks are roses ; Our eyes are stars; such charming noses ; Explain our dreams, waking and sleeping; Explain our laughing and our weeping ; Explain our hoping and our doubting, Our blushing, simpering, and pouting ; Teach us all the enchanting arts Of winning, and of keeping hearts: Teach us, dear Doctor ! if you can, To humble that proud creature, Man; To turn the wise ones into fools, The proud and insolent to tools ; To make them all run helter-skelter, Their necks into the marriage halter ;