The Conquer'd, Also, And Enslaved

O Why Did God, Creator Wise, That Peopled Highest Heav'n With Spirits Masculine, Create At Last This Novelty On Earth, This Fair Defect Of Nature, And Not Fill The World At Once With Men As Angels Without Feminine, Or Find Some Other Way To Generate Mankind?

The Mountain Nymph, Sweet Liberty.

Good, The More Communicated, More Abundant Grows.

Ladies, Whose Bright Eyes Rain Influence, And Judge The Prize.

Unless An Age Too Late, Or Cold Climate, Or Years, Damp My Intended Wing.