When thy Beauty appears br In its Graces and Airs, br All bright as an Angel new dropt from the Sky; br At distance I gaze, and am aw'd by my Fears, br So strangely you dazzle my Eye! br But when without Art, br Your kind Thoughts you impart, br When your Love runs in Blushes thro' ev'ry Vein; br When it darts from your Eyes, when it pants in your Heart, br Then I know you're a Woman again. br There's a Passion and Pride br In our Sex, (she reply'd,) br And thus (might I gratify both) I wou'd do: br Still an Angel appear to each Lover beside, br But still be a Woman to you.