Classic Poem

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I am confirm'd in my belief,
No Woman hath a soul:
They but delude, that is the chief
To which their Fancies roul.

Else how could bright Aurelia fail,
When she her faith had given;
Since Vows that others ears assail,
Recorded are in heaven.

But as the Alch'mists flattering fires
Swell up his hopes of prise;
Till the crackt Spirit quite expires,
And with his Fortune dies.

So though they seem to cheer, and speak
Those things we most implore,
They do but flame us up to break,
Then never mind us more.