Would bounteous Heaven once more indulge, I'd choose
(For who would so much Satisfaction loose,
As witty Nymphs, in Conversation, give,)
Near some obliging, modest Fair to live;
For there's that Sweetness in a Female Mind,
Which in a Man's we cannot hope to find:
That by a secret, but a pow'rful Art,
Winds up the Springs of Life, and does impart
Fresh Vital Heat, to the transported Heart.