Sarcasm against the Ladies in a Newspaper, A; An Impromptu Answer

Woman are books in which we often spy
Some bloted lines and sometimes lines awry
And tho perhaps some strait ones intervene
In all of them erata may be seen
If it be so I wish my wife were
An almanack — to change her every year

An impromptu answer

" Woman are books " — in this I do agree
But men there are that cant read A B C
And more who have not genius to discern
The beauties of those books they attempt to learn
For these an almanack may always hold
As much of Science as they can unfold. —
But thank our stars, our Critics are not these
The men of sense and taste we always please
Who know to choose and then to prize their books
Nor leave the strait lines for to search for crooks
And from these books their noblest pleasures flow
Altho perfections never found below
With them into a world of error thrown
And our eratas place against their own
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