I. Life
XLVII. What soft, cherubic creatures
 

WHAT soft, cherubic creatures
        These gentlewomen are!
One would as soon assault a plush
        Or violate a star.

Such dimity convictions,
        A horror so refined
Of freckled human nature,
        Of Deity ashamed, --

It's such a common glory,
        A fisherman's degree!
Redemption, brittle lady,
        Be so, ashamed of thee.