Classic Poem

With woman's form and woman's tricks
So much of man you seem to mix,
One knows not where to take you:
I pray you, if 'tis not too far,
Go, ask of Nature which you are,
Or what she meant to make you.

Yet stay — you need not take the pains —
With neither beauty, youth, nor brains
For man or maid's desiring;
Pert as female, fool as male,
As boy too green, as girl too stale —
The thing's not worth inquiring!