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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.