What is prudery?
'Tis a bledam,
Seen with wit and beauty seldom.
'Tis a fear that starts at shadows.
Tis, (no, 'tisn't) like Miss Meadows.
'Tis a virgin hard of feature,
Old, and void of all good-nature;
Lean and fretful; would seem wise;
Yet plays the fool before she dies.
'Tis an ugly, envious shrew,
That rails at dear Lepell and you.
Answer To The Following Question Of Mrs Howe
Alexander Pope
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Poem topics: I miss you, beauty, fear, nature, dear, good, wise, hard, fool, void, feature, ugly, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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