For when Heaven made woman it design'd
Her for the charming object of Mankind.
Nor is alter'd only with those who
Set  nay and  too,
Or other Bawds, chase their acquaintance out,
And then what they must be we make no doubt.
'Tis to make heaven mistaken when you say
It meant one and it proves another way.
For when heaven with its last and greatest care,
Had form'd a female charming bright and fair,
Why then immediately it did decree,
That unto man she should a blessing be,
And so should prove to all posterity.
And surely there is nothing can be worse
Than for to turn a blessing to a curse.
And when the greatest blessing heaven ere gave,
And certainly the best that man could have.
When that's scorn'd and contemn'd sure it must be
A great affront unto heaven's Majesty.
But I hope Heaven will punish the offence,
And with it justifie our Innocence.