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beautiful 'twill be your fate Emilia to incur much hate, Almost one-half of human race Will even curse you to your face; Possessed of Genius' noblest fire, With fear you will each breast inspire; As you too easily confide You'll often be betrayed, belied: You ne'er of virtue made parade, To hypocrites no court you've paid. Therefore, of calumny beware, Foe to the virtuous and the fair. Expect from every fool at court Those squibs thrown out in evil sport; Those jests which each on others makes, And suffers freedoms which he takes. The cursed licentiousness of tongue From indolence and self-love sprung. The monster of each sex appears, Her prate the crowd attentive hears. The scourge of man and man's delight She o'er the world asserts her right. Wit to the dullest she imparts, The wise repel her from their hearts. The fury, with malignant sneer, Attacks mankind in every sphere.