To the Ladies

When lovely woman dons apparel
Voluminous, reformers say
“She looks as ugly as a barrel,
Immodest as a load of hay.”

And when she wears the thin and scanty
Habiliments, reformers cry
“She's bold and brazen as Bacchante”;
“For shame! Alas!” and also “Fie!”

Their cries, O ladies, cease to mind.
Though zealots and reformers flout you,
The major portion of mankind
Is absolutely nuts about you.
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