Classic Poem

Horns to the bull, hoofs to the horse,
Swiftness to hares, to lions force;
To fishes sins to cleave the wave,
Birds wings to fly, kind nature gave;
Courage and fortitude of breast
To man more noble than the rest.
Their sev'ral gifts to each assign'd,
What more remain'd to woman-kind?
To her she gave no sword or dart,
But beauty to enthral the heart;
Woman, possess'd of beauty's charms,
Needs not the aid of foreign arms,
Resistless in her face and mien,
All yield to her as soon as seen;
'Tis hers to tame the fierce and brave,
And make in turn the victor slave:
Whatever gifts to others fall
The pow'r of beauty conquers all.