document.write("Oft, when the world imagine women stray,<br />The Sylphs thro\\\' mystic mazes guide their way,<br />Thro\\\' all the giddy circle they pursue,<br />And old impertinence expel by new.<br />What tender maid but must a victim fall<br />To one man\\\'s treat, but for another\\\'s ball?<br />When Florio speaks what virgin could withstand,<br />If gentle Damon did not squeeze her hand?<br />With varying vanities, from ev\\\'ry part,<br />They shift the moving Toyshop of their heart;<br />Where wigs with wigs, with sword-knots sword-knots strive,<br />Beaux banish beaux, and coaches coaches drive.<br />This erring mortals Levity may call;<br />Oh blind to truth! the Sylphs contrive it all.<br /><br />Of these am I, who thy protection claim,<br />A watchful sprite, and Ariel is my name.<br />Late, as I rang\\\'d the crystal wilds of air,<br />In the clear Mirror of thy ruling Star<br />I saw, alas! some dread event impend,<br />Ere to the main this morning sun descend,<br />But heav\\\'n reveals not what, or how, or where:<br />Warn\\\'d by the Sylph, oh pious maid, beware!<br />This to disclose is all thy guardian can:<br />Beware of all, but most beware of Man!\\\"");