Singing and dancing merrily；
I said， `Thou thing of patches， rings，
Pins， necklaces， and such-like things，
Disgracer of the female form，
Thou paltry， gilded， poisonous worm！'
Weeping， he fell upon my thigh，
And thus in tears did soft reply：
`Knowest thou not， O Fairies' lord！
How much by us contemn'd， abhorr'd，
Whatever hides the female form
That cannot bear the mortal storm？
Therefore in pity still we give
Our lives to make the female live；
And what would turn into disease
We turn to what will joy and please.'