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〈♫〉〈♫〉I wonder why Dame Nature thus her various Gifts dispences; she ev'ry Creature else but us with Arms or Armour fences: the Bull with bended Horns she arms, with Hoofs she guards the Horse, the Hare can nimbly run from harms, all know the Lions force.
II.
The Bird can danger fly on's Wing,
The Fish with Fins adorns;
The Cuckold too that harmless thing,
His patience guards and's Horns:
And Men she valiant makes and wise,
To shun or baffle harms;
But to poor Women she denies
Armour to give, or Arms.
III.
Instead of all, she this does doe,
Our Beauty she bestows,
Which serves for Arms and Armour too,
'Gainst all our pow'rfull Foes.
And 'tis no matter, so she doth,
Still beauteous Faces yield,
We'll conquer Sword and Fire, for both
To Beauty leave the Field.