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Or nobly write
Your name like Dwight,
On Heaven's own page.
Our sex I'm told
Are formed to hold
A lower place,
Our powers of mind
Being far behind
Your lordly race.
I've understood
That "household-good"
Was our employment,
To cook and mend,
And babies tend,
Our chief enjoyment.
'Tis very well,
I shan't rebel,
And when I grow,
