Down from the waist they are centaurs, though women all above. But to the girdle do the gods inherit; beneath is all the fiends'. There’s hell, there’s darkness, there’s the sulfurous pit— burning, scalding, stench, consumption!
Men, some to Bus'ness, some to Pleasure take;
But ev'ry Woman is at heart a Rake
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