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What soft, cherubic creatures

These gentlewomen are!

One would as soon assault a plush

Or violate a star.

Such dimity convictions,

A horror so refined

Of freckled human nature,

Of Deity ashamed, —

It's such a common glory,

A fisherman's degree!

Redemption, brittle lady,

Be so, ashamed of thee.