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Lord Byron (1788–1824).  Poetry of Byron.  1881.
IV. Satiric
The Sex
(Childe Harold, Canto ii. Stanza 34.)

  NOT much he kens, I ween, of woman’s breast,
  Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
  What careth she for hearts when once possess’d?
  Do proper homage to thine idol’s eyes,
  But not too humbly, or she will despise        5
  Thee and thy suit, though told in moving tropes:
  Disguise ev’n tenderness, if thou art wise;
  Brisk Confidence still best with woman copes;
Pique her and soothe in turn, soon Passion crowns thy hopes.

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