Chapter 1702 of 1964 · 64 words · ~1 min read

LXXIII.

There is an awkward thing which much perplexes, Unless like wise Tiresias[719] we had proved By turns the difference of the several sexes; Neither can show quite _how_ they would be loved. The Sensual for a short time but connects us-- The Sentimental boasts to be unmoved; But both together form a kind of Centaur, Upon whose back 't is better not to venture.