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Oh woman! thou'rt the plague of life;
The source of ev'ry good and evil;
Alike the cause of peace and strife,
A saint, a sinner — angel, devil!

Thou art an honour and a stigma;
I sometimes curse, and often bless thee:
By heaven! thou'rt nature's grand enigma,
And few are those who rightly guess thee.
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