John Bannister Tabb

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Tho' the modern woman pants
To disguise her gender,
Yet no fear my spirits haunts
Lest I should offend her.

Vain it were indeed to hiss--
Vainer still to chide her;
The hit offends her, and the Miss
Makes the breeeches wider.

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